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floating, arms outstretched,
rolling like the playful whales
that so love this benign bay
turning down, head-first, diving,
sweeping the sandy bottoms,
rising again, breaking free into
sparkling sunlight
then doing it all again and again
delighting
in these balmy waters
called the Coral Sea

and I ask myself:
what is It that never gets wet?
what is It that never moves a muscle?
what is It that is aware-ing all this
delight?

and I know that I know,
have known It always,
have never been apart from It

and this is the greatest
delight
of all

~