Saturday, February 15, 2025

Seeking nothing, gaining what is*



 Seeking nothing, gaining what is*


Oh open treasure, to live this life to be

Pointing out to nothing as it points back to me

Responding in allowance and gaining not a loss

To move in this oblivion, there really is no cost

Effortlessly abandoning all anchors that attract

To wipe the form of insecurity forever, right off my back


Dom*Colucci 2010

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