only this suchness IS


The days draw out.  Two full-moons ago the sun’s ascent was blocked by the lillypilly hedge.  Now it marches up from the ranks of the tall eucalypts, searing my face with its sharp rays and it’s not yet 06.30 on the clock.


sunrise, sunset

the coming, the going

the appearing, disappearing

the in-breath, out-breath

the being, the not-being


only this inconceivable