art Josephine Wall
Standing in the balcony...
Looking at the cool waters of the lake below...
Clouds floating in the sky...
Monsoon showers...
Pitter patter of raindrops
A couple of pelicans sail past elegantly...
Leisurely gliding past in the lake below...
Right under my nose
They look kinda very swan like!!
I find myself floating gently along with them
On a laid back Saturday afternoon
Am pretty flitty floaty myself these days
Lol
Just breezing around
Moseying along...
On cruise mode...
Soaked in stunningness
Immersed
Submerged
So beautiful this named place of separate thingyness!!
Never thought I'd ever find myself saying that!!
And yet here we are 😍
You and me
And love
I see my little grand children, spin such beautiful yarns, out of nothing...
And so convincingly, too...
In their minds, the difference, just doesn't exist...
Real... unreal... simply learned words...
And then somewhere along the road...
I can't put my finger on when it happens...
But the world of these separate things
Started to weigh heavy...
The payload literally broke my back...
Or so I thought
I just looked up "payload"
After penning the line above...
The word just popped up in my head!
I come from a family of pilots
Hahaha
That's probably where the word might have woven itself into the lexicon here 😀
"A payload is stated on the door sticker and includes everything your vehicle left the factory with... and a full tank of fuel...
Anything beyond that... including the driver and accessories must be deducted from payload...
'Occupants and cargo' ... as stated on the sticker includes the driver so the weight of the driver must be deducted from the payload"
Oh jeez
Oh jeez...
"Anything beyond that... including the driver..." !!!
My quest for "The Truth", had revealed my split mind...
It's the very nature of the mind...
This and that...
Truth, untruth, good, bad, right, wrong, black, white, birth, death...
You... me...
I, the other...
When seen through, the bottom falls out...
It collapses on itself...
Like the overlay of two circles...
Cancelling each other out...
Excruciating this separation
Of separate things
When believed in...
It collapses under its own weight
When seen through
Empty of even emptiness
And then the fullness comes rushing back in
So beautiful this named place of separate thingyness!!
Never thought I'd ever find myself saying that!!
And here we are 😍
And here I am
Payload... driver... cargo...et al.
In love with the world all over again
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