Perhaps as another life (or another time in this one) I was an orangutan, for while I may not tangle in the tree tops now…from where I sit in the easy-chair under the cave of maples… I mingle with emerald leaves, dangle in the whispering breeze, revel and writhe in the freedom of higher elevations, marvel at the blue-dome sky, wonder over how I happen to witness the expanse of this experience… shedding the captivity of boundaries, struggling to get the ‘hang‘ of this moment… thoughts flit like butterflies…focus splits like a kaleidoscope of patterns… ‘here’ dissolves in the treetops, and far below am ‘I’, a gathering ‘ID’-entity smoothing out vast moments in the pursuit of order…yet marveling at the freedom available at the fingertips of this openness…
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