emelle says:
I’m a fool with little need of company.
There’s no one deemed respectable here,
so how could I demand respect?
When recognition only brings busyness,
how could I not love invisibility?
Knowing that mind is the slayer of silence
why would I want “the last word?”
Saturated by streaming aliveness
how could I be lonely?
I cherish the extraordinariness
of ordinary suchness
but few know what that looks like,
so I’ll tell you:
The birds come to my birdbath.
The dogs wag their tails
when I open my door.
My luna-lover beams at me
without reproach or expectation.
My cup runneth over
and the ants make the most of it;
they even cart off my toenail clippings.
When the tide of breath runs out
they will claim every scrap of this body
and have a banquet with the worms.
And their scats will feed the earth;
new grass will grow in the summer,
sap will rise in the trees
and they will exhale my smile.
I will be breathed back
into the fecundity of space.
Just like that.
And that’s enough for me.
Image: Philip Sutton, The Tree, 1958
philipsuttonra.com
echoes from emptiness 
wonderful, wonderful: I like emelle
emelle likes Mr Redford too. ⭐
… I’ve only just realised who emelle is … in fact I could be emelle too, in fact I am; ‘damn good observation I made there
Yay! I like that… we are tribe. 🙂
… a trans-global tribe, we co-ordinate our chants to allow for twelve hour time gaps
Wow! I will carry this with me today.
Wonderful! Put it in the wee pocket I’m curled up in, dear Amrita.
❤
“My cup runneth over
and the ants make the most of it;”
ahhh
and ” I will be breathed back
into the fecundity of space.”
this makes me very happy
Nina – I’m so happy to hear you are happy!
❤
wow. the extraordinariness in this. thanks!
How splendid that you see it, @allanzi 🙂
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Dearest Louisa, how very precious! 🌸
YES💗
Thank you dear Slavka – I always love hearing from you.
❤
First this – “When recognition only brings busyness,
how could I not love invisibility?”, and *yes*
This this – “Knowing that mind is the slayer of silence
why would I want “the last word?”, and *yes yes*
And again – “Saturated by streaming aliveness
how could I be lonely?”, and more yes, more wonderment to see my own heart in reflection.
And then the birds, the dog, the ants and worms, and I find myself dancing in joyful abandon with dear, sweet emelle. Big love all around, Dear One. 🙂
Oh – I love that – “dancing in joyful abandon” – wild and free – thank you for this heart-warming comment dear Bev.
Big love to You too!
❤
Thank you for this, speaks directly to my spirit/heart.
“Saturated by streaming aliveness
how could I be lonely?”
YES.
Lovely!
Thank you Tai.
And such good news about the revamp of PARALLAX
⭐
Atmospherically uplifting. Such a divine convergence of wisdom and eloquence
Nothing is wiser and more eloquent than emptiness!
Nevertheless, she-who-scribbles is smiling…
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