Morning Reflection

I contemplate the end-game and see, far beyond, that I dissolves and all is connected.

I contemplate the now and this, think for a moment that I am alone. Feel the air from outside which sustains me. Remember the food on which I depend – and what has been lost in its creation. The warmth that is not mine. The ground which holds me. The love from which I am created. See through the fantasy of separation and arrive already at the destination.

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