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O is for
Opening
to the possibility that nothing
is the way it appears to be
Observing
thought’s dynamics, especially
the compilation of dear wee-me
Obsolescence
identification with anything nameable
is suddenly … laughable
Ordinariness
is the order of the day
nothing is special, only everything
Okeydokey
no more arguments with whatever-ness
(my battle-bruises get a rest)
Others
virtual or ‘real’ turn out to be
a mirror-image of ‘me’
O M G
this … this … this
is always IT
~
Image – probably the beautiful calligraphy of Thich Nhat Hanh – see comments.