Saturday, May 2, 2015

ON THE FERTILITY (not futility) OF BEING




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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