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!
