free to do nothing

without the thought

there's something wrong

with me sitting on the sofa

all day....

i open to the richness

the depth

of needing

to do nothing

my mind can swim

the fish can flow

can dance

light

can sparkle

wholly uninhibited

by a darkened "should"

oh the doors open wide

to all that is

right now

contemplation

of the magnitude

of Love

Creation

every nuance

of

the

Great

Purr

tunnels open

the stalled car

moves again

the oxidation of rust

is seen

as glory

the crumbling of form

it's nothingness

seen

at last

nothing wrong

ever

thank you sooooo much

for this time

on

the

Sofa

and

off...

the wheel.... :-)