I receive awareness
as if in the form
of delicate sensitives touching me.
the contact acknowledged
is beach, reaching out into ocean awareness.
there is a wisdom discovered to be this occupancy.
this magical has a mind of its own.
inward melodies that fascinate have a presence.
that which takes up space in me is embodied.
the invitation to be aware is a self embrace.
I become small prayers of details noticed,
a religion of curiosity before I had innocence.
weather is dancing above me
to music I cannot directly hear.
but by its movement,
the visuals give me a sense for those sounds.
sense is so invitational,
as if the theatre of experience is an engorgement.
there is so much of the intake to process
without a mandate for order
or a map of intentionality to follow.
I don't know from a whisper to a want.
I am assuming that skin,
my skin, as I claim it
sets a notion of boundaries,
as a measure for recognition to surface
as if to pause and conclude into a summary.
I just now realize
that gravity had been background-laughing,
but now, into almost burst-out laughter
as if in a game of sensory hide and seek.
and I thus realized its presence upon me.
for I have a sense of weight
that does not go away.
not all of me,
but surely the physical parts are that weigh.
it's so constant
that it didn't register by contrast.
and I clearly didn't noice
the weight of any thing else surrounding.
this makes me wonder how impending works.
even the notion of next in my mind
is shocking,
as there is movement within me as this realization.
it comes, it settles, and it seems to move on
as if I have limits of awareness and attention.
somehow I am solid and positioned amongst.
sadly, everything is not as evidentially animated
as I thought.
am I not new but somehow recovering?
as if revisiting this old house of me
but freshly so?
don't know if this was/is a coma
or a new life born.
awareness woke me up,
maybe into cruel shoes.
and I was somewhere else,
blessedly but for now blindly, somewhere else.
until this mysteriously or magically happened,
but for now, right now.
I don't really know of their differences . . .
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