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beneath this blanket
of night
below countless suns
i stand in your Presence
thoughtless
motionless
we arrive
together
meeting, perhaps
as we always
have
in Love
filled with Life
i stand
knowing nothing
in perfect stillness
in a harmonic dance
with Peace
and my voice
joins with Yours
as we sing
“it is good”
today i saw
a man in a car
staring ahead
oblivious to the green light
before him
and
a woman
behind him, face contorted
arms waving in anger
horn blaring
neither of them conscious
i wanted to
wake them up
with my Love
but
it seemed
their windows were shut
and
their car doors locked
oh well
hard to get
the attention of
people asleep
at the wheel…
dear one…
how can you be
any closer to me
than you are?
every cloud
bears the beauty
of your image
every star
your smile
every flower
blooms with the scent
of your grace and
the presence of
your peace
your breath is
my breath
your heartbeat
my heartbeat
and your thoughts
take flight in my dreams
the road
i travel is marked by
your footsteps
and these two hands
reach with yours
and dear one…
while the jealous Sun
burns with passion
for your love
and attention
you should know that
it is you who are
the song in my heart
i sit on the hood
of my car
staring out onto
a vast curtain of blue, purple
and veiled orange
the dusk breeze
whispers past my ears
with her occasional moan
the delight of waves
crashes below
eroded cliffs
seagulls laugh and chatter
as we gather
all of us adding
ourselves, one by one
to the chorus of silent observers
even the plants
who seem with great strength
to cling to the cliffs
they reach out toward
the infinite sky
rapt with attention
as we ~ all of us
gather one by one
all children
all expressions
of your joyous generosity
gathered along the edge
of your Presence
gathered to watch
Love embrace the horizon
and day greet night
with a starlit kiss
fractured wrist
cracked rib or two
deeply wounded soul
a father
broken in life
breaks his child
a debate as to
how it happened
they say
fists flying
for a mother lost
child gets in the way
no manner in which
to start life
a history of violence
at only six weeks old
not a moment to
experience a
baby’s bliss
and yet
lying here, somewhere
between awake and sleep
between heaven and hell
she smiles
perhaps she knows
a wisdom beyond
this world or next
a peace beyond
the suffering of the past
a place of peace in Presence
she is not able to
comfort herself, you see?
unable as babies’ should
pacifier repeatedly
repeatedly
repeatedly falls beside her face
attempt to comfort herself
still, she does
sucking on air
i hold the piece in place
until in peace she slips
into a tender resting space
my nephew names her ~ Cinderella
“because,” he says
“someday, she’ll be a princess.”
i hope, i pray
let us, all of us
make now that day
