not an idea

Written By Cheyenne Rivers
abstract blue and white flow looks like slow shutter speed and water

Truth is not an idea
It’s the way your feet feel in the grass
The sound of your own breath
Like the wind—its sound, its fullness
an open spaciousness in empty completeness

realization isn’t something you find
it’s something you feel
something you recognize within


simultaneous to the moment you stop substantiating everything
by believing in an independent nature outside of yourself

Cheyenne Rivers
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