never will you meet such an unapologetic narcissist

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I settle on my zafu
poised as the Presence
of a world displayed –
a world whose appearance
is wholly dependent upon
the sensory capacity
here, yet without location
anywhere

I marvel that after turning up
for more than 300 mornings,
pen-in-hand and heart-at-the-ready,
words still spill themselves
out of the silent emptiness
on the other side of thought
as fresh and fecund as on day
one

There is no author here –
my authorship could never sustain such
freshness for even a fortnight.
I’d bore myself to tears and quickly move on.

Wild wideawakeness is simply singing
soulfully
to itself in the mirror.

A small hand
holding an old-fashioned Waterman fountain pen
scribbles the opening libretto:

Everywhere I look
I see
laid out in luscious
lu-mi-no-si-ty
the miracle
of unknowable
Me!

I’m cracking up at the audacity when out of nowhere a gleeful chorus pipes up:

It’s a new dawn
it’s a new day
it’s a new life for Me
and I’m feelin’ good!*

[Never will you meet such an unapologetic narcissist!]

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*from Feeling Good, by Peter Schick

dream drama 101

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Wee-me’s story is a dream dreamed by Creation via the sensory tools customized for its unique mind-body organism.  The same goes for those of all the so called ‘others’ and their stories.

How did those sensory tools – and those pesky ‘others’ – get into the picture?

Creation dreamed them up, like everything else in the Great Dream Drama.

Dream Drama 101 is basic but brutal.

You pass the exam – which qualifies you for no-thing whatsoever – by waking up to the unarguable:  there’s only one dream (1), only one dreamer (1), and it’s all your dearly Beloved self (0). You’re the salami in the sandwich!

Wrap your arms around yourself.  Huge hugs are in order.

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