A Morning Walk

Flower on the Earth

HERON LAKE SP, NM—This morning, the air was cool and the sky overcast, so I stepped out of my rig and took my camera for a walk.

The Mystic lives in Paradox, but while alone—with no one to converse with, no one’s desires to be satisfied, no one’s Very Important Matters to be addressed—there is no need for separation, no need for paradox.

So I let go of my lowercase self, expanded to the Infinite, flowed with the currents, and strolled about in Oneness—taking portraits of my Beloved.

The above is one of them.

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