implying direct pointing to growth.
A Buddha in each one of us grows
with the salient knowledge of our awareness
in that all experience teaches without preparing.
I broke my sunglasses the other day
and the world brightened. Shadows
took on hidden dimensions, colors
pulsed in the present, fading into the wake
of the past. A few conversations
lightened my heart. It was good to be alive
amid pain, to know that as an organism,
you are incapable of making a mistake.
Mistakes are products of language, which
is representational. Reality only understands
the shoes that fit with each step into the unknown.
Everything you have heard has been the truth.
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