Sticky
I experience “being”
and realize that nothing sticks to it;
no thought, no feeling,
no fascination, no repulsion,
just pure contentment,
consciousness and existence.
The eyes see, the heart loves,
the I Am That I Am knows.
Why bother with gurus,
with missions and practices?
Something must be sticky
when we feel the need to.
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