Observation without observer
What a boundless freedom
when the observer fades away
and only observation remains
In this utter simplicity
separation between life and "I" disappears
What a beauty to be life itself
flowers blossom and birds sing
life is really not a thing
a divine expression of love and grace
reveals its true face....
Poetry by Nils Teodor
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Written on 2010-02-13 at 14:04
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