Witnessing, after all this time, that everything I've ever experienced, ever worked for or against, ever desired or dreaded has been a separate-seeming part of one single thing. One single thing hiding in obviousness, yet immediately accessed the instant a wholehearted Yes arises to life as it appears now. Yes to loving appearances and reality back into union. Yes to surrendering struggle for or against the pulse of the universe. Yes to witnessing the sacred resurrect from the ash of this world. Yes to embracing the paradox that the sacred never died. One single thing, here long before I appeared on the scene. One single thing, here long after I disappear. One single thing, easily ignorable because it calls no attention to itself, (being attention itself). One single thing, happening now. Home at last in the imperishable love of creation for itself.
July 26, 2026
गते गते पारगते पारसंगते बोधि स्वाहा
Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhisvaha.
❤️ Written with 100% love (and 0% AI) by Shalom



July 26, 2027? You able now to write future time? Teach me, son, please! Beautiful poem and photo of - the Bodhi tree?
Love to you,,,