Overhung by the semi-tropical foliage, the sparkling water tumbles down
through the big rocks  emitting several and ever varying delightful
gurgling sounds.
And in the trees and shrubs all around is the constant zizz of the Cicadas
insects.

Being with the sounds, a melting/dissolving happens.
Off in what seems a great distance, the mind enquires:
are the sounds outside, or inside.

Staying with the sounds they seem to evolve into a tangible shimmering -
inside, and outside -
to the point that the inside and the outside are felt as one.
It is as though the body and the self are just shimmering mirages,
and an equal part of everything.

Then it is as though the oneness is realised.
Although in varying forms, there is only one.
And at one and the same time, we are part of it, and, totally it.
No separation.

Then the game is, letting the gentle buzz of realisation be the priority -
at all times.