The kettle whistling
The cat purring
The baby sleeping
And the leaves rustling
Is liberation
Emotions of joy
And emotions of sorrow
Longings for yesterday
And plannings for tomorrow
This too is liberation
Being still
Or being filled
Being born
Or being killed
This too is liberation
Mind or no mind
Grind or no grind
The appearance of time
or no appearing time
This too is liberation
Do you see? There is no seam. And once this is seen to be the waking dream, there is no longer a gap from here to there or from me to you. For everything that appears is the mysterious non-dual glue that only appears as two.
Hoot hoot,
Anna