My shadow is hiding from the sun 8/1/16

A live branch rubs up against the stillness of the wind, 

but nobody sees it that way.

The movement of the water is scratching

the riverbed’s back

but nobody knows it to be true.

I handed you my thought

and you spoke it as if it were yours.

How silly of me to resent what I’m thinking through you.

How I own anything 

seems like leaving me little notes of blind self-permission 

to dance without love as the music.

I can’t go away from here because it is so large

and I can’t come to here because it is so small.

Why have a here at all?

All of the experience of now is deja vu

since the original source of this

is senseless but available.

Sensing what happens is quite topical

but what is happening

really has no surface of observation but is.

Any thought that completes itself,

dies into the immersion

and is heard from no more.

There is an elephant in the room

and the elephant is the room in the elephant.

Nothing has a how.

Only inquiry has a how as its how.

Now has no consequences

that deliver us from now.

I am moved by your response,

is a further solicitation for us to be in time.

My shadow is hiding from the sun

to keep impressing me.