Khao Niao lay still
on a patch of grass near her home

Her friends Peter and Mo Ping were gone,
and the dogs down the lane were a bit unfriendly,

but she howled along
with all the others in the neighborhood
each night once or twice,
whenever another began,

♫ ♫ ♫

and she was fine

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Quietly observing
and listening,

now and then going
on a walk around her garden,

sometimes eating a bit from her bowl,

and otherwise doing
nothing at all

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Well connected with all around,
she flowed,

unbothered by innumerable thoughts
she simply was,
an expression of consciousness,
the Sea of Love

along with all the other beings

♫ ♫ ♫

Older now and letting go
identity slipping away
and leaving only That behind

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nothing and all

Nothing and all

Crickets singing in the night,

passion fruit falling
from the vines,

a solitary dog laying
in its sleeping hole

Simply being,
calm and quiet,

nothing and all

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gentle and kind

Gentle and kind

Several beings,
gentle and kind,
had gathered for an evening fire,
sharing a few words
now and then,
sitting mostly
in silence,
surrounded by space,
being all
and nothing

♫ ♫ ♫

Crickets sang
with owls and toads,
bats on the wing flowing

♫ ♫ ♫

And time slowed down
until it reached
a moment that could not be divided

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on the porch

On the porch

On the porch
three friends silent,
birds calling
now and then

♫ ♫ ♫

Trains of thought
slowing down
and then coming to a halt
in the stillness


All luggage left behind,
identities alight
and then vanish in the nothingness
from which they flowed



That in which the manifest dwells,
silent and calm,
observing all
that comes and goes,
undisturbed by thoughts and notions,
simply being

in between

branches and leaves,
musical notes
and all other beings
in this play of consciousness

♫ ♫ ♫



The wildflowers observed
the sun and the moon,
the toads and the cobras
and all of the other beings who passed by

♫ ♫ ♫

Drawing water from the earth below,
they quietly drank their fill,

and now and then they danced
with a gentle wind
or received a visit from a bee
or a butterfly

♫ ♫ ♫

And through all kinds of weather
and perils of various kinds,
the wildflowers remained equanimous
and outside of time