Releasing the line, time becomes whole.
distracted, return to the breath,
neither attracted nor repelled.
in this language, habits of matter…
in the language of experience, the explanation is.
it can take many years to not get the point…
Neither attracted nor repelled, it fluctuates and fades, framing the deepest noise.
when I touch it, it’s not there, then I remember it.
using nothing it obviously teaches everything…
It aggregates and returns, becoming not one thing, in endless dialog.