Uradiance

    Never try to open a flower. You might ruin it. But you knew that. Let sun and rain have their way with every petal. Be patient  and watch. The flower I speak of is your soul. But you knew that. And the power by which you knew at once  that this poem  is about you,  is the green force   that opens all living things. Photo: Peter Shefler

  It is difficult for God to let there be light without your eyes. That glory is the work of your body. Now get busy burning yourself to ashes. Didn’t you know? Each photon in your finger bone is the whole sun. This very thought sizzles on the tip of a dendrite condensing a thousand galaxies into an amethyst  of wonder. It is not enough to enlighten your mind. Your flesh must crackle like a wickless flame. A wild one needs nakedness and victory, a tempest to ride  backward  into heart-beaten stillness. Don't try to understand. Just be a solar storm arriving at midnight. Art: Sophia Robyn

     Terrible things happen Beautiful things happen People are weeping People are laughing The world is a play Of light and shadow Everyone is a victim Everyone is to blame No one is a victim No one is to blame An old man dies in your arms An infant is born in your hands The peony I planted last year in my garden that I thought had not survived now swells with ancient beauty in a yearning bud Shivo'ham Shivo'ham I am the Infinite the imperishable Splendor of Awareness I Witness the blossoming the fragrance and the fall of the smallest wildest  flower I hold you no less dear