The setting Sun is shining brightly. Twenty five birds perched on two pairs of wires. White birds are picking their food from field.
It’s a strange peace. I was listening to someone speak. There’s no complaining at this moment.
In the infinite journey these patterns repeat ad infinitum. Some consider knowledge to be objective of living as it leads to better living and others consider it to be joy.
My objectives were all erased and I became an open vessel for all surrounding voices and life. I became one with all life. Then I recreated objectives to live.
Dancing light of grace 