The sparkling snow
The sparking snow is God. The slushy muddy snow is God. Our life is God. Our movement and our stillness. God is this. God is. We are. All this is true and not true, reality and not reality. It is true and reality in the large sense, but not when we try to concretize it, make it ever this way and no other way. There is no place you can look and not see God, and no place you can look and see God.
:- Doug.
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