is the body of beingness
yours, mine, and all the appearances taking the verb
it never moves yet it contains all that changes
have you found that which never changes?
that which never moves?
that which never knows, labels or holds a belief about anything?
find that – it’s closer than your next thought
and Totality will at last embrace ITself
showers and sunlight this morning . . .
when the great gap closes
there is only
dewdropping greening grassing
cooling freshing dawning
the breathing in
and the breathing out
of this dancing emptiness. . .
there’s a palm frond fluttering and a whistler trying to be mindful
a bird is whistling too, but purposefully
there’s a toddler laughing in the crisp autumn sunshine
and a radio quacking the morning news
there’s toothache and tiredness
but the zafu beckons beguilingly
sit! sit! sink into wondrous spaciousness
the source of all that is being perceived and sensed
how could something called spaciousness
be so alive, alert, aware and utterly unknowable?