non-duality of the birch

waiting at the forests edge.

orbit

As we orbit the grass gently, we curling arcs of us coloured yarns lifting over plains of quiet

mumbling secrets hidden openly, missing old colours we have forgotten how to recognize or

perceive, we perspire, and exhale us coloured steam that billows into cloud and fog which we

aspire to perfect, while the old open secrets lay silent and mumbling far, far beneath us.

good vibrations

quiet time. dim hum resonance and flow

i am alive

and ecstatic to be so.

and some of my atoms are yours for a time, and some of yours are mine.


i give thanks

out of sight

sometimes i imagine that people are looking at me. everyone is looking at me, and watching what i am doing, and wearing and eating and thinking and silently being. i imagine this all pervading observatory presence until it begins to bear it's weight upon me, bending my thoughts and actions in subtle ways that eat away at the roots connecting me to now.

why do the self perceived expectations and judgments of other people cause me to shift myself away from my deep true self, and into the reflective shallows of self analysis and doubt.

tomorrow i will imagine myself transparent, and free to eat, walk and breathe singularly. i will do as i am doing, and be there to witness it happening.

and then, when all is said and done, maybe i will be able to view the other people around me as free floating and transparent, in a clear ocean of non-grasping.

goodmorning

i am almost awake