”This elementary rapport with the worth of being is both felt and affirmed for the being in its otherness to our mind beyond dualism. This is extremely difficult to understand.” Morisato, 97.
There are no worthless
objects only personal
limits. Fat goslings
graze under broken
skies. Down below in the cove,
ducks go in circles.
I let it all speak
to me and through me. Divine
ambiguities.
Adam and Eve walked
hand in hand in the garden.
I’ve known her light touch.
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