The depth of life experience has nothing to do with anything which can ever be written.
Life, however, is always the same.
It is inhabited in a spacious, poised atmosphere.
Life is welcomed today.
The excitement, the apprehension has disappeared.
The subtle blood, circulates further, more fluid than ever.
Life comes back and then leaves.
From the deep heart, it welcomes everything.
Distance is abolished.
Grace is total.
There is no way I could have done anything to deserve this.
This soil was the only one I could stand on,
The Breath has raked everything.
©FJ August 2022 —
Groupe de Pratique
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Merci à tous
Notes & Silence 
Life. Awareness. Percipience. What is the difference?
None, I suspect.
We embrace death when we assume our life is our own. Rather, do we not belong to life?
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Both cases though imply perspective.
I guess it is not so much a matter of imbrication as an invitation to consider the « we ».
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