Bones


“Reality stands out, utterly free of all that arises, and yet not distinguishable over against any thing or state that arises.  Then consciousness is lifted out of that image of barriers created by skull and skin.”             – Adi Da, Heart-Master Da Love-Ananda


I hold the bones of your head in my hands.
The bones of my hands hold the bones of your hands.
I hold the bones of your feet in my hands.

The moon rises.  We wait.
I see me watching you swim.
I walk you in my feet.
I live you in my bones.
You breathe.  I listen.

There is no preparation for,
no modification
of this.
We are, only now, emptied of stories,
skulls useless, stripped of skin.

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