The Worlds of Form and Formlessness

The world of form

The miracle is I place one foot on the ground and then the other. I walk and, bending my knees, propel myself forward, swinging my hips. I fill my lungs and belly with life-giving air, as the blood pulses in my heart and veins. My arms swinging easily at my sides, I look about me and take in the world and all I see.  The miracle of life is this. I am human. I am existing. I am a wonder wondering at wonders.

The world of formlessness

The miracle is I place one foot on the ground and then the other. I walk and, bending my knees, propel myself forward, swinging my hips. I fill my lungs and belly with life-giving air, as the blood pulses in my heart and veins. My arms swinging easily at my sides, I look about me and take in the world and all I see.  The miracle of life is this. I am human. I am existing. I am a wonder wondering at wonders.