This is a list.
It is not a shopping list.
Nor a to-do list.
It is a sacred sacrificial ceremony list.
What I would like the fire to burn away.
All imagined lack.
The above are excess.
With them gone, there is room left for the essentials.
For the truth...
and of gratitude.
With the chaff burnt and drifted away, all is love and oneness.
— Mr D[wpreactions]