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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!

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