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now

awareness
flooded with lorrikeet-language,
with crow-craw and the chatter
of feathered friends

 

this

twinkling, sunbright morning
whitewashed sky
behind gold-tipped gums

 

here

on my cushion, sleepy-eyed
body breathing in and out
immersed in an ommm-ing ocean:

 

creation’s nameless name

~