A poem of broadsight while encountering mosses in the jungle.
vast expanse laid down to you source and substance boundless through in this realm of what can be known where mind sifts through light well shone the run of being open space full of love yet left no trace intake long blessings rain exhale kindness balming pain presence yields golden harvest each mote before grows largest and holds the whole again around constant awareness rests unbound while roiling seas of flowers bloom beauty bursting woven loom textures of being becoming felt humble acceptance in mosses knelt
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