“What Child is This”

Christmas time again.  Arise and cease.  What child is this who lay to rest in the garbage bin?  What child is this who lay to rest on the street?

The only gift I hope to receive is love, compassion and understanding.  We are not separate and yet we have become incredibly so.  A friend recently told me about Adam in the garden naming everything.  Separating and differentiating.  And yet there is just this and only one light and its particles and waves.

What child is this?  I am the child

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About pamelavk

"When you become you, Zen becomes Zen. When you are you, you see things as they are, and you become one with your surroundings."
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