As you sit with no before and after, there is nothing in between.
This.
As you sit with no more why? How? Where? Who? What? It is answered quietly.
This.
Thoughts or no thoughts, who cares?
This.
Mountain and clouds, father to sons, do not stain each other.
The grass, green before you could say how green it was
People, objects, cars, stuff, all coming and going
before you could even name them
even before before comes to mind

This

As you sit this, in this, out of this, all of this.
As you sit beyond the many and the one, beyond the beyond,
it is complete

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