I am

24. Poetry, Art, Stories
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I am looking at a rose
and realise I am not looking at a rose
the word rose is something I have learned from the past, a memory, I am not looking at a memory.
I am looking at the petals
and realise I am not looking at the petals
I am looking at the beautiful shades and textures and know there are no such things.
I am looking at the colours
and realise that colours don’t exist.
I am looking, and realise that the concept of looking
does not exist.
I am three months old again
and know no words, no colours, no textures, no shapes, no concepts.
I am …
…
Sparkle 2005

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Wow Sparkle… that was awesome… I love it… Thank you for sharing…

3

Thanks Shanti, much appreciated :slight_smile:

4

I wish we could all do that… I guess AYP will help :slight_smile:

5

Beautiful, Sparkle.
Shanti, wasn’t it you who were wondering about those living empty spaces? Well, you are doing it. No need to label them… :clown_face:

6

Thank you, Louis :slight_smile:
It is so amazing…the truth permeating appearances.
Please keep writing.
Can we see some more of your poetry?
May all your Nows be Here

7

Thank you Yogani, Shanti and Katrine.
Shanti, I agree with Yogani, you are there. I think the key to it is the third line and feel that anyone practicing AYP for a while could access this.
Katrine, this in fact is a mindfulness meditation I developed for myself, in writing it out it turned into what you mignt call a poem, which was an accident really because I don’t write poetry. If I try to write it does’nt work, but then - is’nt that the key, stop trying :grin:
Louis

8

this is really “Beautiful” Louis :slight_smile: , thk you for sharing.

9

Really Amazing. Thank you :slight_smile:
Love,
Yonatan

10

Wow, it does’nt seem like three years since I posted that :grin:
Thanks very much Ananda and Yonatan for your appreciation. :slight_smile:

11

I love that one Sparkle!

12

Thanks Balance, it still speaks to my heart :slight_smile: