dynamite

Dark quiet night

a hooting scops owl

toothpick between teeth

uncomfortable sensations

where the bum meets the hard sofa

barking dogs at a distance

crickets

crickets

crickets




Do not feel the need to spread the word,  
or 'help' others.
How can it be?.
There is no other.

And in the world of separation,
where the idea of being a person is believed,
nobody wants to hear this.
Nobody wants to dynamite his/her own house.

Nobody will get this anyway.
Its just noticing that everything is 
already the total perception.

The sensing,  feeling,  thinking,  
smelling,  hearing,  being.
Taking place already automatically,
naturally, without a someone doing it.
Is already ongoing.
Every moment.
Now.
Effortlessly.



Just singing my song.