A certain crisp clarity comes, the touch light
As I look up from the floor of the tea house
Concepts fall away
“Only one sky,” as Osho would say
Merely the sky shining
My form the lens for looking
My mind empty
Even as passing clouds blow through
Shift in perspective
Marks the shift from me to all
Invisible sparkles glimmer
The empty space alive
Casey’s shape lying here next to a patient Anaheim
Heart and soul become so clear
Extending as the black tree trunks
Reaching into the openness of sky
And love sweeps in
Turning the cerulean brilliant
One black clad leg embracing another
As I wait for that sweet man to rejoin me
Sweetness melts
Simplicity emerges
Lightness abounds
“Love Only,” as John Prine would say