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
