Whenever the taste of life rises to my mouth,
Without a reason why, without anything extraordinary going on,
One stick of incense in a hand, one candle in the other,
I feel a tremendous gratitude towards what is too wide
to even start thinking about writing its name, to even think about it.
To the grace of no reason why,
Answers the gratitude of no object.
Life flows in its entirety
The more I love it, the more I disappear.
©FJ Dec 2021
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… and so one realises one’s identity is nothing more than that of life itself, perhaps?
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