Usually I'd have pulled the screen closed because bugs.
Normally this would bother me. No trace of that bother.
The shift is stark and conspicuous, startling.
Everything feels effortless.
My mind gravitates to the breath. It gravitates to clarity.
There's no resistance anymore. It began when I read
An apple is an apple. An orange is an orange. They are not the same. They are not different.
at Tonle Coffee shop on road 6, Siem Reap, Cambodia at 9am this morning.
Sorry for the negative vibes lately. I enjoy poking and it's dumb.
Zen is a flower of a thousand petals and each of you are one.
Submitted December 22, 2017 at 02:14PM by pohw http://ift.tt/2pd2Pn9
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