In a meditative state, almost anything can be waves, a motorbike passing on the freeway, drip of fresh rain, green tea with the smell of stone and peppermint poured from a metal vase.
The swish of a fronded broom outside my gilded gate, and the open heart that comes from
grace,
from pure intent and grace.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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