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butt on cushion
body is one vast eye
the eye of I
body is a thousand-armed antennae
the hearing of I
body is perfume-breathing breath
the nectar-nose of I
body is an ocean of tentacles
the feeling, touching and tasting of I
.
I sees, hears, smells, feels this new day
without a trace of any yesterdays.
.
I is this new day.
~
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darkness to light,
night to day
the dawning light
that will display the appearance of the daytime world
is never in a hurry
it arrives in its own sweet time,
gradually and graciously, then,
all-of-a-sudden – it’s here!
.
waking up to one’s true identity is similar:
impossible to achieve,
yet ripeness ripens
via some-non-thing we call Grace
and suddenly the eyes of the ‘I’ are open
et voila!
wide-awakeness
that can never again be caught napping
~
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‘eye-I’ melts into the world
as one
vast transparent eye
‘me-mind’ constantly tries
to drape its veils of memory-weave
over the vastness
yet – not so constantly now…
less and less often
and with notable absence of conflict
the idea of ‘my-me’ fades
‘eye-I’ flowers
and this flowering is all there is
~
echoes from emptiness 