The dog by my side in the morning
in the dark:
Orion left his belt outside again,
it’s gone down behind the trees:
soft sounds,
early morning,
the jingle of the cat’s bell around her neck,
the dog’s got a bone to gnaw,
smacks her lips,
pads the carpet,
circles,
naps…
I lay in the dark a part of it for a sliver and then, apart.
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Bill Pearse 
fantastic!
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Thank you Shaheen! Bill
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nice to slip into a moment of heightened awareness –
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That’s it exactly, and best in the dark of morning, for me. Best, Bill
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Ay, caramba, if only we could hold on to, stay within, that being a part of it; rather than returning to separation. Grrrrrrrr.
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In-the-present-wave-catching-most-times-hit-by-the-board.
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