Sunday Mornings

On Sunday,
In the country,
The morning is beautiful.
Life being beautiful,
Everywhere, Sunday mornings are beautiful,
All mornings are beautiful,
All days are beautiful.
All days, months and years are beautiful,

But “these spans of time
Really do not exist,
‘Beautiful’ is not in places or time
‘Beautiful’ only exists 
In the here and now, present
In breath, in the eternal present”,

Smitten by this awareness,
Suddenly the consciousness,
Reverts to the breath,
The eternally present Breath.

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