As You Awaken

As you awaken, just before
the mind of yesterday comes down

like a net of stones behind your eye,
be weightless, be presence

without the fairytale about your fall

into this world.

Be how your soul looks in its own

mirror, what gets you out of bed,
trembling like a wild purple iris

in the breath of dawn.
It doesn’t matter at all
what you will do for a living today.
The priceless jewel is just living.
It doesn’t matter at all how much

money you will make today.
Your body is more precious

than sunlight, your sternum

beaten from finer gold.
Whether you feed the multitudes
today, or only wash the dishes
makes no difference at all.
What matters is to plunge
down the stem of this unfolding

flower, and follow the moonlight

in your backbone
all the way Om to silence,

melting your stone wound,
dispelling the mirage of sorrow

in the desert clarity, the empty sky

of your heart.

Don’t you know that you can save the planet

just by being awake?
Love doesn’t need a story.