Presence

Presence is immersed in an acute swirling, warm, boiling and bouyant suchness and is-ness, empowered in the acute nowness by innumerable temporal, proximal increments that pass back and forth and back again, through and into themselves at lightspeed in the house and the yard, above and below, ad infinitum, both simple and infinte, and within and without, and completely soaked through in this sitting body of mine, which is, in truth, boundless and vibrating, dancing in concert with everything else, and all the other dancers, and has not even once thought of itself as itself, because that's not at all what it is.