if you move carefully
through the forest,
like the ones
in the old stories,
who could cross
a shimmering bed of leaves
without a sound,
you come to a place
whose only task
is to trouble you
but frightening requests,
conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.
Requests to stop what
you are doing right now,
to stop what you
while you do it,
that can make
that have patiently
waited for you,
that have no right
to go away.
how to pay attention to life breathing us…..
inquiry for today~ can you allow yourself to actually look around you today?
The wind, skirting the dock, lifts a veil and I feel a sudden relief.
I watch the endless variations of wave and think, what will be will be.
I have arrived beyond yes and no.
Now the loss of what is familiar
and the fear of what might come are torn.
Now my deeper eyes appear with nothing between them and the world.
The wind buffs my soul and I slip beneath my name.
A lone duck lands, its bottomless eye conveying some message
beyond words. I call the duck closer by the mere authenticity
of my being. Now the duck glides toward me,
swimming imperceptibly, its efforts below unseen on the surface.
As it nears, I admit that I am as alone as that bird,
gliding on a vast and changing sea, yet at one with the Universe.