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  • Hello from Ojai!

    I do not want to leave here, the orchard, the scent of oranges, pepper trees, i am staying at a meditation retreat, on the land where Krishnamurti once lived, my sanity is returning to me, i feel illumine by this inexhaustible light that makes my heart bulge and break, it is a peaceful ache, i feel immensely spacious, porous, as if my skin is just sheathes of onion paper, and what is outside and inside seem so fictitious, a boundary created by the mind, like the border between Sonora and Arizona, an imaginary line, for how can the sky be parceled, the land be separated?

    It is like a movie screen, i have identified myself with the luscious drama on the screen, a character, with all its vanity and passion, i have forgotten that i am also the blankness upon which the film is projected, it is so so transparent, almost laughable now, the stillness, the spaciousness embedded in every scene, you cannot untangle it, with every gesture, breath, song, it is there, this love, it suffuses everything, so amazing that i have overlooked the obvious, i am, i am, i am . . . .yes, yes, yes, just that, and this, and that, all of it, like the air, we share, everywhere, and nowhere.
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