Hornets' Nest

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Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....

                                        HORNETS' NEST

         'It is raining.' what is the 'it' that we refer to as raining? In 'I am thinking' what is the 'I' we refer to that is thinking? If 'I am what I think'  but that 'I' thinks differently with time, age & circumstance. How can 'I' & ''think' both as variables be similar?

         Cup is not just clay but also the space we use to fill our drink in. What is that space we refer to as? That space is the same space where galaxies stay suspended. It is not a variant.

          What is OUT there is right HERE in our morning cup of tea. If there is no 'there' then everything is right 'here' right 'now'
           If there is no 'I' where comes the question of 'my'.

If there is no ''I' & 'my' there is nothing to squabble over right & wrong. There is no strife, warfare or tournament to win.
What is left is contentment & bliss.

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