I widen my focus
past eyelids
beyond skull
make myself a great circle
a spreading dome
broad & broader view
The land is dotted
here
here
there
with other beings
& you
now
you
you
now
the locus
maybe just
getting up,
stretching
yr neck, spine
yr shoulderblades, triceps, elbows, fingers
yr abs, thighs, knees, toes
maybe buying coffee, chatting
maybe sauntering here & there, talking
to this one & that one
maybe hunched at a table
with yr papers
maybe listening,
leaning forward,
head up,
eyes intent,
tongue & lips
sucking
& kneading
maybe yawning & thumbing yr phone
maybe
a little anxious,
solar plexus
twitching its whiskers,
fingertips picking
& fiddling
maybe not
I am your skin bones sinews I am your synapses flicking I am the gentle creep & sudden sprung leap of your thoughts I am
sitting in the garden in the cool air morning
with the famous Perth sunshine on my back
It’s early spring
I’m meditating in my own odd way on the sound of the birds
(& okay the power tools aeroplanes trucks)
(but mostly the birds)
(& my clean breathing)
The pigeons call to each other
I’m meditating in my own odd way in the famous Perth sunshine
on the sound of the birds & my clean breathing & you
'd be welcome
to join me