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Transfiguration

the vultures circle overhead as we burn awaiting with stoic patience their turn to feed off residue we need no more which will soon be washed ashore thus in the natural order of things the caterpillar having grown wings looks not back at the dead chrysalis for it now sips heavenly nectar of bliss 09-May-2023

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Lin Lane

Date: 5/9/2023 4:36:00 AM

Good morning, Seeker. I think your lines are creative expressions of sublimity. There's nothing of value in looking back at what was, but there is reward to be found in what will be. It's always enlightening to read you.

Lin Lane
Date: 5/9/2023 7:23:00 AM

Materialism is overrated by me, and only important to those who never seem to get enough of what they want, not what they need. Mind games no longer impact me. Thanks for your thoughts, Seeker.

Unseeking Seeker
Date: 5/9/2023 7:06:00 AM

Indeed, Lin. Once attention is internalised, we are unaffected by the vagaries of life and triviality of the mundane. This may result in concessions related to materiality, which is no longer our priority. The shift in consciousness transcends inane mind games people play, which no longer impacts us.