| Party Host
 As the grog of sleepslowly dissipates,
 I become the day.
 Light, sounds, sensationfill the space of awareness
 with no center to meet them
 nor react to them.
 The day doesn't judge or evaluate.It lets the eternal dance
 play right on through
 like Kali on Shiva,
 with no beginning or end,
 the perfect host.
 With no distinction betweenbody-mind and awareness
 all edges are erased.
 The great space of Being
 is boundless.
 Just as the day,one become a perfect host
 and the body, undistinguished
 from the great body of Being.
 lets the dance of phenomena
 play its endless game.
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