Stay Wild

Stay wild and local, small and green.
Love needs no government.
The power that guides you is unseen,
unfathomed and unspent.

You are the sovereign of your heart,
a miracle of chaos.
So blossom in the holy art
of presence, welcome loss

of all the light that you desire,
then burn, just as you are,
a darkness at the root of fire,
the black hole in a star.

Unto this moment, gently go.
Be path, not follower.
Mere footprint dust, so fallen low,
your home is hollower

than God, whose absence breathes You
whole, yet more than One,
entangled in the silk threads of Two,
your chrysalis unspun,
wings already warming in the Sun.

Image by Art Féérique