Dragonflies flit, birds here and gone.
A white cloud appears, dissolves.
Another thickens, floats on by.
Dawning sense of three dimensionality
In the sky
In myself,
A swelling inside. I am that three dimensionality.
A moment of stars twinkling in the vast blue,
Thousands of stars.

A chipmunk investigates.
Two blue jays do reconnaissance.
Deer flies come, go, come again.
Drowsy, I take deep breaths to stay with this practice.
I don’t want to stop.
That three dimensionality stays with me.
I will try to not grasp it.
I imagine the twinkling stars inside me.
I am the twinkling stars.

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