Reality




 

Reality


Was that my imagination? Was that the sweet fragrance of orange blossomsin the air? 
Or was that all in my mind? My joy goes unrestricted as it makes no difference
 to the is indivisible reality. Either way is always the way. 
My world is a garden of love within me. 
What I see is what I be - 
my veritable singularity unfolding as a wonderland 
of beauty all around me. 
Living here as the tenderness of an unending 
bounty of this sublime sensuality. 



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