Thoughts traveling
on breezes
tickling memories
from
some … place that
has
always been and
forever will
be a part of the breath
that is
Sit up listening
and aware
while engaging the
art of
‘not listening’ in case
listening too hard
stops the act of hearing
…
while the tickling
continues
Friends from in
between places
that have always been
known
are communicating …
towards us
or amongst
themselves,
continuing
conversations,
passions, loves and
wisdom
Catch glimpses of
the
white shadows they/we
are
seeing the unseen
that is see-able,
interpreting illusions
of our own
impeccable ‘imaginated’
reality of
the embracing
circumstances
that calls itself
‘our life’
Things pour out and
come together in
ridiculous
patterns and waves
so
making sense of it
becomes a sticky
web
and in the distance
we see that the
spider
… is coming.
Giving up the fear
of ‘is’
and ‘is not’ of
‘what’
and ‘what not’,
how that looks or
might not look …
sprays lovely
peanuts
on the path
for the elephant
What? Right!
Exactly!
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