I hear the quiet repetitive chirping of the evening cicada, rain outside softly falls on my skin
just now, i lifted my head from the computer, caught site of soft light ablaze in coral yellow in the
clouds, and pranam to the sky
all oneness,
all is,
even the jet plane flying high above,
technology, cicadas falling into
One
Friday, April 24, 2009
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