This cup of tea.
A blooming flower.
The trees bending and waving in the wind.
Silent observance.
Each and every thing,
beckoning you,
calling you to presence,
asking you to bear witness
to it all,
while holding onto
nothing whatsoever.
This perfection of generosity,
is not the giving
of every thing,
but being open
to every thing.
Every thing
is an offering,
as an expression
of pure presence.
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