CENTERING INTO ORIGINAL CORE
PURE SILENCE OF CREATION
FULLS BODY & MIND
DANCED BY THE GREAT DANCER OF ALL
It is our biological wiring to exist — and then not;
it is our psychological wiring to spend our lives
running from this elemental fact
on the hamster wheel of busyness
and the hedonic treadmill of achievement,
running from the disquieting knowledge
that the atoms
huddling for a cosmic blink
around the shadow of a self
will one day disband and return to the
that made them.
or are bestilled by circumstance,
we glimpse that fact, then hasten to avert our gaze.
We go on holding it as an abstraction, an unproven theorem;
go on casting spells against
the proof in stone and wood and promises;
go on building houses and egos,
signing thirty-year mortgages,
trading the forged mint of forever
as contractual currency
in marital vows.
in the broken surface of a split lip, a split love,
a split in Earth’s quaked crust;
in the slow-burning wildfire of a pandemic,
smoking its way across the globe
until it blazes into a shared inferno;
in the cold blade of a terminal diagnosis,
sudden and close to the bone.
a hollow hallelujah.
Harbour Island, Bahamas-one year ago
UNSPEAKABLE UNTHINKABLE April 27, 2019
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April 25, 2020
MAYBE WE CAN
A bird flew across my path today,
And, compassion filling my Heart,
I wished, with all of my Heart,
That I could Bless that little Being.
That I held the same Loving wish,
For all that my eyes beheld,
Both sentient and insentient.
If only I could satisfy this desire,
That fills my eyes with tears,
To Bless every atom of Creation,
With The Beloved’s Benediction.
In this Radiant Presence, within,
That transcends the binding laws,
Holding sway in manifestation.
And Illumine with Grace, the world,
In ways that transcend and confound,
The dominion of the known?
Maybe I can; maybe we can.