, the light sings my body and i feel the new air of life, replenished overnight. wherever the birds sing i travel and the start of day life surrounds the open fields and buildings, the drone of the hammer, the cows awaiting milkings, toodles and beeps of distant streets. a thousand tea stalls heat water and chai. i leave all of me somewhere else and drown in the space and time of this moment. how now brown cow and song birds and folk of the villages near and close.i live your mark on the day, your traces and scents, the first of your stamp your molding of the freedom and flow of life and love that comes with morning. how choose you, what thudding grace and skipping step pushes forth from the heart you feel and express like devotion to the world and every creature that surrounds you. i hear heartbeats and footsteps, blows and caresses, sorrow and joy as life wakes to find itself all over again, everywhere, never shirking a chance or possibility wherever you may go it awaits your unique form and sound and motion and joining of all the elements of life in one huge imagined reality unfolding without end. i am this coming and flowing and creating and loving and living and dying and birthing every time i listen, there is no end to depth and the height and the width of joy that sings across the weight of the atmosphere that everyone breathes and exhales and shares our worried happy lives in. i am your greatest admirer and least critical lover, companion forever and handholder supreme.
"...drown in the space and time of this moment". I love that line. And the rest of the description to - reading that post feels like a transition, and makes me feel back in India, too.
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