6/5/11

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