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Nirvana of Sorts

May be my human faculties know the boundaries, know the horizon it can cover but today as I look above at the blue autumn sky, I baffle at its secrets: the cool breeze, warming sun, short days, morning laziness, tea, short talks and the beginning of a day. If I would be a bird, it would be a meditation. No imagination but sheer being with the truth, a nirvana of sorts.

autumn sun two one two sparrows


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