When I dim the lights of day
all the chores and appointments
…when I sweep aside the litter of the day’s sorrow
empty the bins of recycled thought
and pause the stale nurture of old times
and I find a place to sit under a tree
… or by the water
and find a space within the generosity of air
to ponder cleanliness and calmness
… Then
I hear the call of Spirit
tapping my ears
and voices in the airy branches
asking me to sit a while and listen
as they cradle my head and heart
with softly joyous inspirations
… while holding me safely in their vision.
I neither stay nor go
but rest, surrender, and accept
overflowing joy
rhythms of drum
chants to grace and
… the lightness of freedom.
Within this body made rigid with ache
there is a love soaked in awe and sky.
©photo and poem caf