When I have simplified my life
to a single dripping faucet,
each falling drop
the entire spectrum of sound, sight, taste, feel and smell,
each plop an endless reverberation on every level, and
I can perceive
and I am free in each moment
to full spectrum – which is a happening –
then I am not fleshed anymore,
but a sensory device,
forgetting to be allergic to the cat.
Life as Improv 
Oh I love this. Love every word. I’ve forgotten pain. I’ve forgotten to react. When it arises I am untouched and at peace in the most all-encompassing way. Here is our truth. Slowly I learn to live there. Maybe one day I too will learn to write such distilled cogent poetry about it.
Much love to you dear Marga.
Alison
Love to you, Alison! I don’t think words work, but somehow, for a moment, everything seemed to be in one drop following another. And to have you catch the drop seems to world to me. 🙂 My wordpress is buggy, so I’ve had trouble connecting to your posts, of late. I will figure it out! xx