sit! sit! sink into wondrous spaciousness



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?


3 thoughts on “sit! sit! sink into wondrous spaciousness

      1. 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!

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