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was siiting there at mall, in the restaurang  ing th middle of all. people walking by me facing them, yet not facing anyone at all, behind my back the restaurant lives its own life with hungry customers. I am so content insice my own bubble, insde my universe, waitning for my food to be done, but in no hurry at all. My hands adre pleasently crossed on my lap and my entire body is in a drealike relaxation. People passing by in ultrarapid slow mo or what ever, they are blurr for me. It is like a film or a movie, they talk they walk – i am sitting and i am dissappearing, they don't see me anymore, im invisible.
my ches widens when i breathe, deeply and calmly, in – out – in — out, the skin on the backside of my hand feels a bit fragile, it starts to feel like an old womans, somehow, wrinkles, i sigh, im happy, people wak and people talk. Im int he eye, i am the eye, yet not, they dont know or care, as don't i, why should i. This is me sitting at mall waiting, protected by the divine oneness.
Somebody is laughing loudly behind my back, i don't care, i don't move an inch, the laughter gets imbedded between my shoulders and doing good on its way in.
universe is humming over my head – it can be the ventilation, but i dont care, why should i, im perfect and so is the ventilation pretending to be the universe telling me its tales and expansion. It lets me expand with it.
The little thing om my table beeps, my lunch is ready so i stand up in a trance and sail away to the desk. I see my nurishment on the desk and grab it without a sound and go back to the table. my fragile hand takes the soy sauce and pours in in the bowl of rice, next one is the sweet and sour sauce that lands on my woked veggies with crabsticks. carefully I choose the first bite. I don't even knoe if I'm chewing…
people walk and people talk - i sit, i am

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time is up

Nono

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And now I am too! Man I love your amness, Nono, it seeps into the universe and just am.

This is a marvelous meditative piece. Waiting for lunch. Nothing special, just God.

So glad to see you back in dogbutt ugly land, where bad becomes bliss.

Thank you dear, for a wonderful sendoff for my little morning drive to Longmont, my home of homes.

Love,

Tom

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this is the best kind of bad I have read today. Tom already said what I was going to say (hope you are having a good drive Tom) .. I love your amness too.

great great great more more more!!

xo
la

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Oh I love this! Bad? Not in my book – how can anything be bad that focusses 100% on 'amness'?

My favourite lines are:

Somebody is laughing loudly behind my back, i don't care, i don't move an inch, the laughter gets imbedded between my shoulders and doing good on its way in.
universe is humming over my head – it can be the ventilation, but i dont care, why should i, im perfect and so is the ventilation pretending to be the universe telling me its tales and expansion. It lets me expand with it.

Ah, non-resistance, the art of becoming one with what is – such a difficult lesson, until we get it. Me, I'm not quite there yet.

Thanks.

Ruth

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This piece just effortlessly catapulted me straight into the I Am state myself.  I'd love to read more of these descriptions of experiences of One ness.  I feel soothed and refreshed every time I read it.  Thank you!

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Thank you!

More oneness? You ought to love this story then dear Tawny (and psst; welcome in, nice to make your acquaintance).

Funny how fast I forget the most things I've been writing here… holes in head perhaps. Hmm

Love,
Nono