There’s either conditioned reaction like a pinball lizard or unconditional love like a mother.
Free will is such a fantasy. One either serves the past or spontaneity.
Everything in the world is in the past, or in the future as the past imagines it.
Every universe is a breath of self-awareness. Who am I? I am the one who’s breathing.
Inhale my eastern hemlock, tamarack, and mountain ash. Exhale my Gulf of Maine.
Why climb mountains? Krishna asked me to.
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