the picture window is now filled with green. i must admit the eyes enjoy that color. no wonder they created it!
a rose-breasted grosbeak at the birdfeeder. a patch of red in a field of white and black. stunning spring visitor.
a blue coyote howls above the head of red ganesh; buddha sits within a hollow in a spire of driftwood; shiva dances on a golden puzzle box.
out of the black hole of deep sleep awakes ten thousand multi-colored stars of beautiful illusion burning so piercingly as if they're quite real.
green consciousness on brown consciousness in blue consciousness through clear consciousness for gray consciousness.
consciousness describes but cannot be described.
yes, we all live in a consciousness submarine.
to see it is to feel it; to feel it is to be it.
in the sea of samadhi!
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