Swallows, tree frogs, unborn
children singing, "Thank you!"
The rainbow weeping, running
its colors into one pure light
around your flesh, and even
the light whispering, "Thank you!"
As you drift toward sleep tonight,
remember flecks of gold
on a broken tea cup, remember
the ancient glow in her eyes,
discarded roses, fallen feathers,
slivers of crystal in a mossy stone,
the bones of a rabbit that crows
left in your sunlit birdbath,
all mingled now in a taste
of the inward kiss on your
darkening brow.
What are they murmuring?
Simply listen. Use the silence
you've been given just for this.
"We are what is listening.
We are what is looking.
Thank you for breathing us
into the world."
children singing, "Thank you!"
The rainbow weeping, running
its colors into one pure light
around your flesh, and even
the light whispering, "Thank you!"
As you drift toward sleep tonight,
remember flecks of gold
on a broken tea cup, remember
the ancient glow in her eyes,
discarded roses, fallen feathers,
slivers of crystal in a mossy stone,
the bones of a rabbit that crows
left in your sunlit birdbath,
all mingled now in a taste
of the inward kiss on your
darkening brow.
What are they murmuring?
Simply listen. Use the silence
you've been given just for this.
"We are what is listening.
We are what is looking.
Thank you for breathing us
into the world."
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