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apparently
there’s a palm frond fluttering and a whistler trying to be mindful
a bird is whistling too, but purposefully
there’s a toddler laughing in the crisp autumn sunshine
and a radio quacking the morning news
there’s toothache and tiredness
but the zafu beckons beguilingly
sit! sit! sink into wondrous spaciousness
the source of all that is being perceived and sensed
~
how could something called spaciousness
be so alive, alert, aware and utterly unknowable?
~
echoes from emptiness 
I look forward to the time when I can splash and play around in it … oops, missed again
You are a character Mark! Yep – looking forward is missing, completely.
(You’ve never NOT been splashing and playing … )
🙂
but no one told me; actually they did, but I didn’t listen – too many kids in the pool, couldn’t hear anything, I was edging to get away and write anyway, nice cup of coffee and dry off my feet then I can really see what’s what!