3-29-26

This morning I arrive at the park, and I find my place.

This is not my land, this land belongs to trees, to robins and squirrels, and I get to be here.

How wonderful to breathe ordinary air, in ordinary places.

How fortunate to become a free man, owning nothing, owned by nothing.

The shackles imposed on me by memory and judgement are falling away.

Some placed on me by others, some self-imposed, to realize it does not matter.

To see that my own inner darkness was my greatest teacher, now becoming unnecessary.

To believe that my own inner light is always present and always changing.

Like blue sky and clouds co-existing.

Our light is not lost by changes, co-existing with a changing world.