Here I am again.
And this too.
And this too.
Every thought, every feeling, every sensation, sight, sound, and impulse.
And here we are.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
(Henry Miller)
We do not yet know what a life is capable of. Love is free. Kindness is free. Hope and fear are two sides of a coin. It is form that takes and emptiness that gives.
Here I am again.
Pan was born, is thinking, and will die. They use their/there/they’re pronouns. On occasion, they enjoy good company, good books, and good sleep. At other times, they wander between worlds in want of those. Understanding is their career. You can find them in the nearest space between the inhale and the exhale. If by chance we meet, here we are, and if by chance we don’t, so be it. May this be for the benefit of all living beings.
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