Waking up to what was waiting
the whole time
you slept;
you slept in,
you slept in again.

Wide awake,
and it's been this way
all the while;
you smile,
you smile soft,
you smile again.

You share smiles
like there's just one.

Nothing left but breath to be done
when we play the game already won.

unraveled again
after clean beast encounters
freshly pressed towels

Not to be seeking,
and so not to be finding,
suffering in pain
~is~
Some sort of
passive *******
~is~
Middle ways walked,
horizons stalked,
endlessly into the distance.

Smoke Smiles,
No Resistance,

This
is
a visualization
exercise-- Take a
breath and close your eyes.

How many deaths  in the life
of a plant?
This is Lord Shiva;
This is His dance.

How much space
in the life of a form?
This is Kali,
She the unborn.

Together they sway,
forward in back;
Shiva the Fire,
Kali the Black.

As Lovers they ****,
put to Sleep, and Destroy,
With Grace and Love,
Compassion and Joy.

If I were Brahma
I'd have my lungs
on the outside of my skin,
and while everyone was breathing out
I'd be breathing in.

While everyone was breathing in
the reverse is also so,
but no one knows
which way the flow
(through trunk
through branch
through stem),
whether they are breathing I
or I am breathing them.

Under:Standing
is
Over:Sitting