Miracle of the Ordinary

Rest this breath in the miracle of the ordinary, with no concept of ‘miracle' or ‘ordinary.’ Virescent gaze of sun through leafy fern or any tessellated peck of downy on a worm-worn oak will do. Faith is knowing there is nothing to seek. If tutelary voices persist, embrace them like gongs in the empty sky: breathe in ‘miracle,’ breathe out ‘ordinary'... 'miracle,' 'ordinary'... until, without effort, any intention to be somebody dissolves in the luminous charm between words.