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                      waking up to being aware as I wake
                           not too much not too little
                      learning to slip the hand into
                           the pocket now I know where it is
                      there is so much of my living
                           where I have been absent

                           so much

                      attention is effortless, it just is …
                           never striving for justice HA!
                      it is sufficient to what is experienced
                           if only I knew it
                      if only I didn’t spin around it
                           one way the other
                           sometimes ahead

                           mostly detached

                      practise it at work – simply being
                           simply doing
                           humbly doing it
                           sufficient unto its own glory
                           and dignity
                      to slip into it – like a pocket – through
                           colour sound movement comparison
                      to relax into it gently
                           with openness and candour and love
                                be it what I may





attention & living wormhole: ‘til death do us part
awareness wormhole: the en-gentled / end of a wan / writing retreat
being & doing wormhole: silent crash // … / after all
experience wormhole: Child of Illusion
identity wormhole: what I am about to say is true / what I just said was a lie
justice wormhole: gulp // spout // and recede
love wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
openness wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
talking to myself wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely