absolute’s breakwater

some days, as the sun exfoliates the room's stale energy from the night before, routine ruts the morning and curiosity skulks from the scene like a blushing child

other days, as dawn dawns and I sit prior to perception, words are suffused into images and dissolved into dreams a little up and to the left of the third eye.

breath slows, and as i wash out over the sofa and onto the floor like a low tide, silence digests moments, and rest births movement

wheres and whens mandala themselves into eternity and infinity, overlay my waters and tatoo me east to west, north to south

I'm gathered from myself *into* myself, wave after wave relentlessly crashing into a breakwater whose only purpose seems to be to show the impossibility of boundaries in the Absolute

context rains from above in blue sheets, a wordless everything that gives legs to acceptance and surrender and pours humility over the frothing waters like warm honey

inevitably, this placeless place, this herenow, will be pulled back into form by a Hear Now - the mundane, reminding me it’s time to re-engage with financials and feelings and fibrillations; to offer whatever light I’ve brought back to the waking world; to inhale ~ and verb Being into a new day.