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my whistling neighbor wakes me at dawn
and sleep has only just arrived!
what’s going on?
grrrrrrr!
“oceanic silence is being penetrated by the knowing of something called whistling”
piss off!
grrrrrrr!
“does Awareness give a toss whether it’s oceanic silence or tuneless whistling it’s aware-ing?”
huh?
aaaahhhhhh ….
~
echoes from emptiness 
yep, ‘aware-ing’ is a word I myself discovered in some corner of my breathing when I wasn’t looking – makes everything swing wildly around its fulcrum
“…in some corner of my breathing when I wasn’t looking” … I love that. A beautifully poetic comment Mark, thank you.