What does it mean to be real. REALLY real? To be telling each other alive about each other alive etc.

I look to Mary Oliver’s Ten Commandments for living the good life, as well as her very Enneagram Nine-ish poem I Want To Write Something So Simply. Rilke’s Book of Hours also gets a look-in, as does WS Graham's Language Koan, Becker's Denial of Death, and Lizzo (avec Sasha).

Part of this must surely involve a very real "coming into Presence", which R.S. Thomas calls in The Bright Field, “that pearl of great price”? And what better way to do that than through the Incomparable Cosmic Verve of Cheryl Lynn circa 1978.