What a wonder! Nothing was written! Absolutely free!
Bee, sea, tree - I can create whatever I want to see.
Receptively blank as the almighty designed it well,
It can in each sketch His miraculous mysteries spell...!
Tabula rasa, John Locke calls it - no readymade concepts,
Like nectar in a flower, facts fill in all its contents;
The environment like my mother nurses my actions,
My caring and rearing enable all my attractions...!
I am like a natural child, devoid of compulsions,
My growing intelligence expulses all convulsions;
The Blank Slate - nature's hardware - analyzes all awareness,
My contemplations - software - set them rightly in fairness...!!!
06 February 2023
The body ages perceptibly
~ the mind flexes receptively
On an as is where is basis, simply shifting from thinking to feeling, receptively accepting each throb of enabled cognition being imbibed by unfettered awareness, consciousness assimilating the offering in silence & stillness, blurring boundaries between subject & object, between form & formlessness, we are, as we are, vibrantly complete.
Mode is wonderment
Looking in astonishment
At we being breathed
22-August-2020
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