all are gifts... there are no distinctions...
harsh, horrible death...
sour deeds...
happy faces...
pebbles on the sidewalks...
gifts are not even given... they exist
while they don't mean anything but
they exist... an onion...
peel them off... there is nothing inside....
but they are warm... cold...
soft... hard...
...delicious or looking nasty...
they can be mixed well
with something or someone...
or they won't...
we buy them and taste them...
we can throw them for fun... or with anger...
consciousness exists while we wear the skins...
my late grandfather, grandmother, great grand parents...
are here to stay with me anytime
....with or without having consciousness... the form
can be anything... here... an onion wearing the skins...
©aval
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