breakfast with lorikeets

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In the half-lit dawn
a dozen lorikeets are busy breakfasting on spiky red bottlebrush blooms.

How they manage to swallow anything is a mystery
for they never cease chattering to each other.
An incredible tongue, keetish, full of subtle gurgles,
murmurs, squeaks, squawks, whistles, craws…

There is hearing happening here
but no listener can be found
.

Methinks the lorikeets are likewise
listener-less
yet their conversations are clearly a dialogue
and often a duet.

I love the way they stop for a snog,
whispering their sweet-nothings awhile
then heading back to the tucker-task.

~

to live is to ‘-ing’

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The svelte yogini who folded herself up lotus-like
is awol.
Here sits a woman with a knee the size of a football,
legs sticking straight out in unapologetic
comfort,
senses checking in with the now-this-here:

listening is
– an upstairs neighbor snoring
– a gearing-up truck roaring
– feathered friends twittering
– body-beat pulsing

seeing is
– the golden sun rising
– the candle flame dancing
– tiny toads hopping
– palm fronds gently swaying

feeling is
– a mangled leg aching
– a left buttock numbing
– a concern for parents tightening
– then releasing

Life is ing-ing everywhere
and it seems to this ‘me’-ing be-ing
that
to live is to ‘-ing’!

~

‘I’ is the ing-ing of the world

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morning report:

raining softly puddling
greenly guzzling growing
pattering roofmurmuring
peeing neighbor relieving
flushing toilet emptying
impatient  traffic up-gearing
fountain pen scribbling
flickering candlelighting
steaming tea sipping

‘I’ is the ing-ing of the world

always
just this, right now, right here
always at home
always fulfilled

 

what a way
to start a day!

~

@sunrise

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anything to report?

only apparent things apparently reported
by an apparent reporter to an apparent reader

since one apparent thing
is as good as another:

pigeons coo and bob
shadows flicker and fade
sun burns into the dawn
hand writes unthought words
thoughts think it’s miraculous
bum numbs on scrawny zafu
chuckling chuckles…

and inseparable from the display of appearances
something unknowable yet known

the nameless name

is omnipresent

~