Bones

shhh

my bones are singing.

a silent chorus,

vibrating stillness.

something is listening

breathing is the pulsing of space,

my heartbeat

the baseline of

humming Beingness.

this body is a collection

of nothing,

floating

feeling

utterly free

and open

sensation gliding fluidly

throughout,

sometimes bursting into

flower

or flame !

sometimes knocking gently,

sliding under the door.

something is feeling

loving

being

one hundred percent Isness,

inseparable,

the body as the sweet nectar

of unending Love,

utterly One,

Being itself.

no inside

no outside

no here

no there

these invisible pillars of support,

holding vulnerable flesh and

quivering muscle,

my bones are singing

the only love song there is..

shhh

something is listening