Both the bees and the scouts have left. Once again, the camp is empty.
Nothing has really changed. It is as if they were never here.
Each morning, and each evening, a group of ducks gather just offshore from my camp. One by one, each bird does a little hop/dive and disappears under the water only to surface again a few moments later—a blade grass in its mouth.
Upon surfacing, each duck shakes its head violently back and forth, as if it is trying to clear the water from its ears.
Sandpipers skitter along the shoreline, poking their beaks into the mud.
Sometimes I leave bread for them.
I sit in my chair, exhale, open up, and my boundaries vanish into Her.
I breathe in and out. The wind blows and the far shore caresses my skin.
In the Vastness, the One and the Many are transcended.
In the space between thoughts, the World is perfect.
It's Time To Wake Up
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It's Time To Be Happy
It's Time Let Go
Imagine I have only seven days left to live.