a shock of silence!
the crested cockatoo has fled
purple blossoms sigh
morning report
having a ‘whoops!’ moment, again
awakening from sleep
awareness arrays a new-born world
splashes face
gropes for zafu
settles butt, folds legs
inhales the fragrant flowering gums
chuckles with the kookaburra
trembles with the palm fronds
sips steaming green tea
disappears into a silence
that senses every tone and texture
breathes – is breathed
marvels, that
not one scientist, philosopher or sage
can explain how any of this can possibly occur
on an exquisite pulsing rock
awhirl in a numinous space –
a space inseparable from
the immense, immeasurable awareness
in which it all appears
Image source – Parallax
stark naked on my trusty zafu
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anything to report?
.
metaphorically stark naked
on my trusty zafu
just a couple of breaths
between mind’s madness
and immaculate stillness
there is
only
this pristine awareness
aware-ing
only this
unnameable Word
penetrating, embracing, enfolding
forming and transforming
loving without measure
or condition
only this
bright inescapable benediction
oh Lover!
~
this vast and teeming emptiness
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anything to report?
the clang of a hand-held hammer on tin as an early-bird builder begins his day
the roar of a distant jet on its way to the Gold Coast airport
the growl of my empty tummy greeting green tea
warbles of bird-banter from there to there, and here
between my ears, as well
the great Shining, climbing into cloudless cerulean
is throwing its bejeweled finery over the fields
a quiet footfall sounds on bare wooden floorboards
a melodic drippety-drip echoes from the down pipe
and there’s revving engine-speak from a passing garbage truck
the pulsing thump of a water pump
courses through the singing silver silence
of this vast and teeming emptiness
~
simple suchness, seamlessly known
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Morning report:
a window opening onto pristine West Australian bush
marri, jarrah, blackboy and karri
the skies are pastel blue and wisped with white
a tremble of airbreath tickles the treetops
pet lambs, hungry for breakfast, bleat
a rooster crows
red-tailed black cockatoos screech
tiny blue wrens chitter-chatter
OM broadcasts its beat through my body
and through the body of the universe
wild awakeness
is simply simple suchness
seamlessly known
~
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!
~
changeless presence : I
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the little sanctuary is full of packing boxes
I sit instead, in the bedroom
same cushion
same I
body-mind is stiff and weary from lift and shift
same cushion
same I
the impulse, Life-driven, is towards a new abode, cool and quiet
same cushion
same I
same
changeless
presence
:
I
~
echoes from emptiness 