little poem in real time

coffee brews, honey chews,
my feet are bare without my shoes.
waiting for that cosmic thing
to wrap around me like a ring.
that source of solid, unshakable love,
from everywhere, nowhere, below, above.
where days unfold like layers of sound,
where nothing is lost so nothing is found.
where i'm free of belief, of good and wrong,
and whatever I play, is just the right song.