Sometimes it stops
And you see it.
A vision of reality,
Right there around you.
The trees moving in wind.
The bird crossing the sky.
The clouds passing.
And you right there,
Part of it.
Now.
Unending richness.
Spectacular parade.
The svaha
When consciousness drops,
Opens and reveals
A river of diamonds,
As plentiful as grains of sand
In all the rivers of the earth.
And you see it.
A vision of reality,
Right there around you.
The trees moving in wind.
The bird crossing the sky.
The clouds passing.
And you right there,
Part of it.
Now.
Unending richness.
Spectacular parade.
The svaha
When consciousness drops,
Opens and reveals
A river of diamonds,
As plentiful as grains of sand
In all the rivers of the earth.
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