Beyond Mindfulness, Isfullness

In overcast light,

an old oak,

gnarled and moss-covered,

receives rain.

A wooden chair,

bleached grey by the sun,

is darkened with wetness.

Random tapping...

raindrops,

footfalls on cedar steps,

car door slams,

engine revs,

bird calls,

refrigerator hum,

more...

Sound, light, texture

fill space.

Senses move,

engaging.

Through the senses

mind flows,

filled with the miracle

of being conscious

in a body,

in the garden of the world.

To call this "mindfulness"

could reduce the world

to the space within the skull.

To call this "body-fullness"

might foster beliefs in the limits

of physical form.

To name this sensuous totality anything

may miss

the delicious permutations

of spaciousness

flowing as consciousness

as mind

as body

as world

as we know not what

as the sweet failure

of attempting to describe

the indescribable.

The best I can say,

Is-fullness....

In overcast light,

an old oak,

gnarled and moss-covered,

receives rain.