the world is breathing

get your body to the frontier of land and water
search the ground for things...for life...scum... breathe in the scents... open your ears to sound
let the slave world release the grip it possesses
at least for a moment
a rhythm will neatly appear to you
sound is vibration... look at the greenery with vision the great gift
combine
synthesize
the land has a pulse... not one to be checked and poked with needles and devices
yet it is there... pumping in and out... serving its purpose
in no other place is it more accessible
than at this precipice
where states of matter divide...merge...engulf each other
it is the most natural form of love
the world is breathing our breaths as it aspirates the Way
and we have only to approach it with open senses