Grace
Picking vegetables, pulling weeds
the ground lay bare.
The drying creek bed
water turning to sky and ground.
How can one know eternity in 60 years?
The illusion of separateness
The primordial I AM
Gives birth to the cosmos
moment by moment.
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Requires me to think deeply….my cup of tea!