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The days draw out. Two full-moons ago the sun’s ascent was blocked by the lillypilly hedge. Now it marches up from the ranks of the tall eucalypts, searing my face with its sharp rays and it’s not yet 06.30 on the clock.
.
sunrise, sunset
the coming, the going
the appearing, disappearing
the in-breath, out-breath
the being, the not-being
.
only this inconceivable
suchness
IS
~
echoes from emptiness 
from duality into the singularity…
… and back again and round again … the eternal Dance of the IS!
Thanks for leaving a comment Russil, it’s good to know you resonate with this unfathomable subject.
🙂
~ ml