Thursday, November 26, 2020

Douglas Harding

 It was a vast emptiness

vastly filled, a nothing that
found room for everything -
room for grass, trees,
shadowy distant hills, and
far above them snow-peaks
like a row of angular clouds
riding the blue sky. I had
lost a head and gained
a world ..
As something, I am merely
that thing. As no-thing, I
am all things ❤

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