And spread branches of gratitude and wonder and curiosity
Drawn like a lover
Enchanted by a negligee of mist and clouds above
To the sacred chamber where Light and Darkness
Intimately entwine as One within my being
Reflecting the unspeakable marvels and lessons
Of Birth Death and Rebirth forever anew once more
a mycelium thread first weaves itself around my heart
like a web of nerves just for perceiving and sensing the world
then inserts itself—exploring my innermost secret chamber
where lives the name that cannot be spoken
“The more they love the soil the more they love each other.” — Emmanuel Karisa Baya
I have become,
much to my chagrin,
a lover of questions
and now I am indeed confused
for I wonder,
What is the self?
Oh gosh, it can be so hard this touching this remembering the wonder and mystery not just of our innate worthiness but daily breathing in and out the magic of…
I heard tell last night from a woman who lives in my heart the two of you were talking and discovered you each know me “I think he would say…
Oh—there are so many things I want to know but today I am moved with a fear and so my curiosity is small and narrow I want to know—How can…