Water welcomes
the body, and
its bodiless immersions.
To weigh the senses
upon weightlessness...
refreshed to rebirth.
Only, bathing in
consciousness is what
creates the water for
rebirth...nothing comes
close, except everything.

When life
leans in to
get a better
look at you,
what feels
violating
transforms
into acceptance.

Picking up,
where you
left off...is
like dropping
the universe
like a cold
plate.

~We're moving
mass...and the
walls are getting
whiter.
Take care not
to trip over anything
in the way...the
walls are getting
whiter.
Room to breathe is
never squared~

Roundabout--
bottomless,
ceilingless...
yet the well
calls a name.
Who could
mind the
drop, as soon
flying or falling.
Round a pinprick
of light?

A treeline
backed by
the sun,
stalled
slivers of
light...to
reembrace.

A sage, having
bloodied bare
feet on unforgiving
ground...stopped
suddenly.
Remembering
every piece of
ground offers
its shoulder.
The birthplace
of meditation.