a mosquito has breakfasted on my unwitting ankle; fingers reach to scratch
a truck roars past, penetrating the last sigh of night’s silence; the toilet upstairs flushes and fills, birds are squabbling at the birdbath
crystals are rainbow-dancing over the slowly emerging outlines of the sanctuary wall; candlelight is flickering, the rising sun is painting primrose lozenges of soft light
in my celadon teapot green tea is steeping; a wisp of vapor makes the invisible visible
at home on this zafu, breathing is rising and releasing without effort or control; brain is fasting
wideawakeness and suchness are inseparably embedded: now! this! here!