This thought softens my hardened edges.
The land (ki) knows me even when
I'm paying no attention to its beauty,
even when I'm caught up
in the programming of thinking
it is an object apart from me.
There for my use only.
Offering no respect or consideration.
It presents itself without fanfare
or "marketing".
What a giant shift
for my mind and my spirit.
kastilwell
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