incomparably perfect love

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clamorous sea-speak this morning

for one who grew up amongst the coastal cliffs
the tussock-crowned dunes
the tidal pools
the crashing surf and wild symphonic joy
of the ocean inexplicably called Pacific

“there’s bound to be a salt-wave forever lapping in the heart”

.

she-who-scribbles loves water;
inescapable conditioning of the cells

.

and ‘I’?

well, ‘I’ has no preferences

and that means It embraces everything:

incomparably perfect Love!

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bad dog day

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So, here I am this soft mellow morning with a persistent itch on the brain.  It tells me I should have been more … patient … understanding … tolerant … in the family encounter of yesterday.

It’s closely followed by another itch that tells me my behavior was … direct … honest … overdue.

Then something that doesn’t feel itchy in the slightest says “There’s the mirror old girl.  Take a look.”

“Bad bitch, good bitch – is LOOKING-KNOWINGNESS affected by these arguing itches?”

The itching bitching wags its tail.  What a good game!  Toss me another story to tear up!

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good morning pain

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pain, pain, pain

perception grabs pain –
perceived location?
above ear, left side of head

conceptualization grabs pain –
conceptualized description?
sharp, irregular, might be telling me something

awareing views pain –
without label, placement, explanation or conclusion:
sensation, energetic, shimmering, wondrous

in this naked knowingness
pain simply is …

no problem

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from grrrrrr to aaaahhhh …

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my whistling neighbor wakes me at dawn
and sleep has only just arrived!

what’s going on?

grrrrrrr!

 

“oceanic silence is being penetrated by the knowing of something called whistling”

piss off!

 

grrrrrrr!

“does Awareness give a toss whether it’s oceanic silence or tuneless whistling it’s aware-ing?”

huh?

 

aaaahhhhhh ….

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