light
changing -
sunrise
not so clear this time of year -
no ball
popping up over a hill,
or
horizon,
to say
“Hi! I’m here!”
subtle today,
more of
a long, slow, warming hug,
reaching
deeply to smile -
a Buddha
smile
in all
the light between
and in
the cells -
warm
shower today,
embrace -
I am the
calm
of the
droplets
touching
me before they fall -
some go
straight for the drain
others
hop into my ears
or slide
down my legs
and play
with my feet -
are they
like the trees
lit for
the holidays
aware of
something outside
what
they can do -
am I the
tree decorated
for just
a moment
with
something more
than I
produce -
morsels
today,
morels,
with their intricate caps,
spongy,
like the inside
of trees
- suddenly all looks flat
compared
to what lives inside -
the fairies coming out of their beds,
stretching,
the gnomes, and the elves.
I feel
the living, living inside
and I
see how to let all cancer go -
all
cancer goes - living is strong -
stay
with it now
the mind
wants to wander
send and
receive email -
distract
-
why is
it so hard to stay with this - 30 minutes - 30 -
why do I
struggle so with this gift -
stay
with the living -
branching
-
nodules
in and
out of the veins - pumping - the pump - lift and and see and smell the pump -
this
morning I pop out of my body
like a
worm emerging from a chewed leaf
to see the sky -
he hangs on and reaches his legs into the air -
I see
the pump - the hand - the workings -
I am
chief -
This image stays with me, of the caterpillar on the leaf reaching for
something firm, feeling only sky. Some legs still attached to the
leaf, and others weaving the air. There is a wonderful poem on
this somewhere. The reaching into something new, a new way to be,
to speak, to share. I want to weave in a new
venue.