this place the family has called home, a second home, a gathering place.
It has the reputation of being miserable, there
who wants to go, there?
I look there
I see heaps of stuff, old stuff - ways of being that are not useful now, toy landscapes with no life, no light on, yet no one bothered to look and see.
Oh them, yes, we are still here, can you believe it?
I do, you haven't even aged, still 6.7,8 or 4.56, or 13.14.15.
You here again.
yep, I like to travel,
What do you need?
You don't know? This is new for you to be seen? You are enough, just as you are, you can drop holding on to that, there. You will not die, cease to exist, no. It is landscape you keep looking at, not real. There, there you go.
What is that? oh, there is always more. more real estate, to claim. For today this in enough.
Will the others want to come too? Now? To the new?
I don't know, it does not matter. One is enough.
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This blog is one way I share my self expression. My system of well-being is based on what is showing up, right now. I am an appreciator, having infinite conversations