sitting as suchness


sitting at 2am, at 3am, at 4am

awareing distant thunder-rolls
pattering rain, the throb
of body-beat
the sweet silver singing
on the other side of thinking

watching the dance
of candle flame and curling
smoke from incense stick

the soft shifting shadow-shapes on
brick, the floating lace on invisible

at 5am the first timorous bird wakes the kookaburras who are sleeping late this dull dawn, and the chorus of craw, cackle, warble and trill begins

at 6am the eastern rim is softly lit
the earth stirs, exhales, mist rises

I make tea


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