Aggregate Senses
I see everything from an emptiness point of view
I hear silent cries and whispers falling on deaf ears
I smell an avarice of a fomented Revolution
I savor the approaching sense of a pandemic Renaissance
I feel we are born-still on a very very very long journey to an enlightenment
I mind those impermanent treasures leading to a Dharma stream of
not-self collectedness of thought trained Wisdoms
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2021
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