What arises in this moment?
“Joy”?
“Agony”?
“Nostalgia”?
Can you openly be present to it?
Whatever it may be?
So many butterflies
And moths, flitting about…
Don’t react. Just feel–fully.
Just anger.
Just lust.
Just sadness.
No narrative yarns following these swarms.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
No attachment.
May this inspire you to meditate.
Gassho!
On the Way 
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