Woke up, ... to the Joy of Life 
Woke up 
to a single, male turkey 
in full, feather display, 
gliding across the top 
of a little, grassy ridge, 
with a rounded, 
colorful bodymind, 
in dominant, alpha moment, 
above, in the distance, 
with California oaks 
all around, 
- it's an old scene. 
(Why here now? ... 
I don't know turkey biology ... 
Was it because I opened 
my car door, 
that it strutted its stuff? 
Is it mating season? 
... didn't see any turkey hens nearby, 
although they probably weren't far). 
At the end of its glide, 
it transformed itself 
back into its 
halt-walking, 
vulture-like, 
strange-torpedo, 
missile-body 
self-shape, 
and clucked a little. 
Waking by the side 
of the road, 
in rural California, 
after a star-illuminated, 
gorgeous night, 
outside Harbin 
where I sometimes camp, - 
is this single, male Turkey 
in full display, 
a spiritual awakening? 
And how is it possible to 
observe this California, 
natural-world moment, 
as musical notation, 
for bodymind bliss-elicitation? 
Starry night walk, yes, - a little? 
Turkey-glide-display, - not so much? 
(There's something about 
wild turkeys' appearances 
I find unappealing). 
So, were I to have gotten close, 
but not too close, 
to observe its beautiful feathers, 
with near perfect round-symmetry, 
in all brown, black, beige, white and rust colors, 
with its blue face, and red, bulbous throat for warbling, 
little shimmery, green feathers throughout, 
with 5 inch long, pendant, chest feather, 
its head, in the middle, 
a little above center 
of its tail display, 
I might have merged 
my mind into this natural, 
for-observing Turkey Mandala of 
male, spiritual nowness - 
with appreciation, - 
to come again later. 
But this isn't the bliss, 
for example, 
I know from Mozart, the Grateful Dead, 
or Matisse's 'Joy of Life' 
or in flower photography's beauty, 
or, especially, in the easing release 
of the Harbin warm pool, 
into one kind of contentment, 
with naked people 
coming into and out of it, 
all around. 
I open the car door again, 
and this male turkey is gone. 
MMmmm, ... natural, loving bliss 
draws me fulsomely, 
and this natural world 
is opportunity to explore 
bliss anew. 
Wake up your biology of bliss, 
Wake up your loving neurophysiology. 
Music, nature and nudity, especially, 
are all notational scores, - 
improved upon with 
loving, smart conversation, 
and, even better, with singing, 
with friends - 
for heading into the 
easing waters of musical joy. 
(http://scott-macleod.blogspot.com/2011/03/woke-up.html - March 29, 2011)
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