If I were nothing but the watching
and the watching were everything that ever was
an explosion of infinite joyful giving
a pure love and eternal flame
If everyone human or beastie
were nothing but the watching
now shunted through this little window
now spread out in that well-lit room
then there’d be
nothing to accomplish
nothing to do
but sit back and let
God be all
watch all
explode through
overrun
laugh all to smithereens

I dress in a suit with thin pin stripes
I play the man
You wear a dress fluffy pink and soft
You play woman
We have a picnic on the grass
by a bend in the river
that winds through our town

Pure awareness watches my longing for your touch and my delight in your smile
and through that watching it spills over into your gaze
where it watches your longing for my touch and your delight in my smile
and we play at happiness at home at love