without the thought i am alone?
i notice my breathing
being
breathed
being done
it
reaches over and gets a sip of coffee
writes these words
adjusts the pillow under this notebook
a sip of water
the stream continues
slows
stillness
asks again
without the thought I am alone...
i extend out forever
i am a flower
my palms, the tulip petals
being
being
being
a smile blooms on my face
my lips turn upward
without a trace of strain
it would only be a strain to hold it back,
to resist it
to hide it and not let it shine
be expressed
reflected
manifested
i am reminded of the intimacy i share
with people even after long stretches of seeming time
i see it doesn't matter how often i talk to someone
or get together
i see its how i see them in my mind
when they do appear
without the thought i am alone
i am gratitude
for each face
each heart
i remember all the gifts
that live now
in me/as me
appreciation
i bless them
i am a blessing to the world,
upon the world
without the thought i am alone
free
pacified
curious
restful
softly waiting
like the pad on a cat's paw,
like the content cat
who sits so still
and has nothing to do
and nowhere to go
and is ready for anything,
ready to jump and play and chase
right now
i need no preparation
for the next moment
being totally at rest,
i am ready
for anything
i am a kid again
happily playing
totally absorbed
in my doll, or sand, or clay
or painting
or watching the goldfish
or petting the cat
in my own little world
making up all the rules of my make believe town
having fun
making up all the characters
and the funny words they say to each other.
('i want to get married and have a baby" , I wrote in my tiny notebook around the age of 8,
as the script of some adults i made up)
without the thought i am alone
i see the play going on everywhere all around me
i see i can jump in any time
or just watch
just watch
the show
give a hand when asked
and listen
hear
everybody's heart
see me in every word
i come home
to my brother
and sister
i see
the Oneness
i hear every word you say
coming directly from God/Love
to me
i see
the Love Song never stops
the sound of traffic
the steam of the boiling water
the silence of the cat on the window sill
the sunbeams bouncing off the paper
and spraying all over the room
my heart
my breath
the tv turned off
the giant kiss of words in my book
the music forever
giving
panting
pouncing
ga-sliding
leafing out
and falling crumpled to the floor
again
amen
i am
never
alone
thoughts are vines
a jungle is not a vacant lot
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