Here I am.
Sitting in Paradise
breathing.
Breathing the tide of clarity – in it comes
crystal-clear, out it goes,
often muddied by mind –
and I smile as this lifestream flows on
saturating each sensation, yet
paying no heed;
never cocking an eyebrow or casting a vote,
only ever reminding me:
Here I am
I-without-name-or-boundary
here and now
as This, and This and This.
The current version of Paradise finds me staying in a place of great beauty, beside a large lake. This entire year has unfolded as a series of deep retreats. It is a time for, and of, integration. Health issues are being lovingly tended and their emotional causality explored. It’s both harrowing and heart-swelling: Grace delivers whatever is needed, reminding me I signed up for the Full Monty.
Apropos of nothing (I never go fishing) these three small poems landed in my net:
breathing with the lake
I am
Monet-mind beside the Seine
–
black swans glide by, curious:
pounding the lakeside path
a rainbow!
–
fog hiding the lake
one solitary oarsman
rows through melting space
Photograph taken from my zafu.
echoes from emptiness 
Ah Miriam….how beyond words Perfect your worded expressions always are…. of One’s Depth of Soul…..ALWAYS ALWAYS they Touch and Smile the very Primordial Core and especially Auspicious is how they do this when i can feel estranged from Core….reading “you” brings this consciousness instantly back to Core/Home…(as though One could ever Really leave!)…..What a Blessing you are for all who Saturate with your Sharings….and can Sense your Spirit even without any words!
With Infinite Love & Appreciation….Dorothea
Ditto. Mx
Thank you sweet Melinda. ❤
Dorothea. Your words make this old scribbler feel showered with joy, with love, with blessings. What can she do but bow?
_/|\_
are you in France? We can almost wave to each other! Or have I just been fumblebrained again. Love this pearl: never cocking an eyebrow or casting a vote… casting a vote oh that is so helpful – as if my votes has anything to say aboutr anything
I am often in France – and anywhere else mind moves to – but I think you mean am I living in France… no, dear Nina. Here I am here, beside a lake, in NSW Australia. 🙂
No distance then – and still I wave and love you
⭐ ❤ ⭐
Only the lake and you. No, only oneness, not two.
Neither one nor two. Only this.
❤
Experiencing You through this post, time fails and I find myself dissolved as the sweetness in all things.
Oh how exquisite dear Cara! This is where we meet and merge. Sweetness. Eternal. Inescapably thus.
❤
What could possibly be better
To breathe with wherever we are.
Roy – I’m unable to better it. Breath is spirit, inspiration, connection…
Right now, breathing with you is so mellow. Thank you!
Sitting in Paradise, breathing with you . . .
Oh yes! You even get the postal address, don’t you Bob. How cool’s that?
I’m loving your company in this cosmic breathathon… ❤
Exactly what I needed Miriam. Breathing in crystal clear and out with the muddy .