I am sitting on a veranda

I am sitting on a veranda on a summer afternoon.

The trees gently sway in the sunlight.

A quiet joy beings to arise in me,

a rejoicing in the world that includes myself,

these swaying trees, this blue sky,

and everything else that unfolds beyond all that I am perceiving.

The world, completely, and all at once, is fulfilled.

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