Yesterday in a meditation a poem popped up in its entirety within a waterfall. It was speaking to the immense wonder and joy Love gets to experience in the simultaneity within all that the mind sees as a thing. This is what Love said:
our mind sees a waterfall and thinks, “lovely”
but it is so much more miraculous water FALLING
there is source and momentum space through which falling IS time direction speed volume temperature color wet-ness!
then landing and new momentum new space where falling IS NOT time direction speed volume temperature color wet-ness!
there is earth upon which this happens and sky above winds across societies around poems about photographs of atoms within dancing
the mind sees a waterfall but that is only envelope the invitation within is to know ourselves