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    One fire unfolding as infinite flames.

    One fire unfolding as infinite flames.

    One fire unfolding as infinite flames.

    The fire again. Crackling and sputtering a fuss over damp logs. The dog is here, still but watchful. Dinner past, we sit in silence and read.

    The fire again. Crackling and sputtering a fuss over damp logs. The dog is here, still but watchful. Dinner past, we sit in silence and read.

    The fire again. Crackling and sputtering a fuss over damp logs. The dog is here, still but watchful. Dinner past, we sit in silence and read.

    Snoozing…

    Snoozing…

    Snoozing…

    There is no Buddhism here, no Zen, no Advaita, no Dzogchen, no awakening, no enlightenment, no spirituality, no tradition, no duality or non duality. Just the cool brush of breeze through window, the exquisitely simple pain of loss and these words appearing out of nowhere.

    There is no Buddhism here, no Zen, no Advaita, no Dzogchen, no awakening, no enlightenment, no spirituality, no tradition, no duality or non duality. Just the cool brush of breeze through window, the exquisitely simple pain of loss and these words appearing out of nowhere.

    There is no Buddhism here, no Zen, no Advaita, no Dzogchen, no awakening, no enlightenment, no spirituality, no tradition, no duality or non duality. Just the cool brush of breeze through window, the exquisitely simple pain of loss and these words appearing out of nowhere.

    The raw, unmediated pain of grief of an individual I support at work. There are few if no words that can meet such anguish. Simple unseparated presence of being is all one can bring in this moment. To hold, to allow whatever arises.

    The raw, unmediated pain of grief of an individual I support at work. There are few if no words that can meet such anguish. Simple unseparated presence of being is all one can bring in this moment. To hold, to allow whatever arises.

    The raw, unmediated pain of grief of an individual I support at work. There are few if no words that can meet such anguish. Simple unseparated presence of being is all one can bring in this moment. To hold, to allow whatever arises.

    Nowhere to go but here, where everything and nothing already are.

    Nowhere to go but here, where everything and nothing already are.

    Nowhere to go but here, where everything and nothing already are.

    Birth, life and death are not personal

    but we make them so

    Who are we to claim them as our own?

    These miracles of the universe are free

    to come and go as they please

    with the weather and the birds

    Birth, life and death are not personal

    but we make them so

    Who are we to claim them as our own?

    These miracles of the universe are free

    to come and go as they please

    with the weather and the birds

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