Floating

“Living in the world…

floating on the waves of the lake.” Basho

I’ll take it

this moment now

somehow

floating

above it all

not buried in earthly worry

the time is mine

for now

we’ll see how it goes

slipping into a groove

psychedelic cowboy music

why on earth not.

I don’t need to write more

knowing I’ve said too much already

and it’s all there in the Akashic record.

That’s the same as Quantum strangeness 

in case you were wondering.

Season of the cosmic witch.

What your best friend never told you.

Who knew?

And so it goes.

We’re not getting anywhere from here…

just floating in insubstantiality…

no name for it…it’s not a thing…

just waves a solid body can float in…

not part of it, not separate, synchronized.

I wish this for the world.

Poor, disappointing world.

But let’s not talk about that now.

Any time is too much time for that.

There’s a good Hallmark card.

Sometimes a gap is necessary, in fact,

the more the better, tune into the waves,

catch the vibe, feel the environment.

Do this before you ever take action.

No action is required so I relax.

Life comes and goes with each breath.

Sprezzatura popped into the cabeza,

“Your need is greater than mine.”

Chod practice.

Everything must go.

A good line for life to end on….

….nope.

It’s not my head…

…it’s my neck blowing bubbles.

Falling…lying in bed.

The Hindu yogi said I’d die in bed…

…nope…cowboy music

galloping over shimmering waves…

Susie Q

barbecue sauce

corn on the cob

slathered with butter.