No longer used
his bookcase is gone.
Space waiting.
The futility of clinging.
Change
has happened.
Life’s flow
rearranges things…
Always creating anew.
The emerging Self
begins to surface.
Found treasure.
-- a journey into awareness
If you don’t live it, it won’t come out of your horn.
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Love to you!
🙂 found treasure indeed … love you!
Sounds like you are ready for your initial approach!