Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Sensing

Sitting quietly in the cactus garden, 
Sensing motors pulling/pushing,
Tires singing on the pavement, 
The breeze against body/face,
Birds talking, cat brushing legs, 
Muscle twitch, cheek itch,
Day dreams surface then vanish into a stream of thought that comes in waves
And as the wave begins to slow,
Awareness shows the point/portal/crater/mouth from which the world is said.
Sometimes sad/mean/cruel, but often sweet.

I love this life!

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