"The sleeper has awakened"

The sleeper has awakened...

the thinker has deserted...

music plays by itself...

love happens naturally,

without need for confirmation...

here, not here, 

always where   ever

in the space of continuously

arising...

always neither here nor there

in the space of

"who's counting?"

Still, a starting point, the body,

with all it's gadgets and

thing-a-ma-jigs 

to negotiate the currents 

of phenomena, the ocean

of which it is but a mere drop,

not separate from.

Don't try to swim in 

fathomlessness...a life jacket

is no help either.

Floating is best, and not being

concerned about going up or down.