This morning ‘I’ opens eyes in a new version of world-ing.
This morning the great Shining slips through slits in wooden window shutters.
I rise with its rays, make green tea in a different kitchen.
This morning’s view from the zafu opens out over cerulean, cobalt, turquoise
blending to ultramarine at the horizon: the Coral Sea.
Utter lusciousness for an artist’s brain.
This morning’s body is stiff and sore, tired and protesting.
There will be a quieter day today, methinks. But who can tell?
Life’s agenda and my own often don’t match!
This morning, as always, I-eye just watches,
serenely unaffected and seriously contented.