Why waste your life believing
that the sun is above,
the earth below, only to
discover too late, too late
that starlight gushes from every nerve
just at the spot in your body
where dancing begins?
Why travel from here to there?
All journeys are over
but the deepening of now.
Your heart beat is the shaman's drum.
Don't move: be moved.
One treasure is left to find:
the light you were
before you started the search.
Spring is an intuition crinkled in cocoons:
your laughter can do something about that.
Ferns make fists all Winter,
waiting for your deeper breath.
Forget everything you’ve been taught
and take some responsibility!
Fall on your face in the blackest soil
among the murmuring golden bulbs
and confess, “This is all incomprehensible!”
Lay claim to the Kingdom of Wonder.
Fall down, fall down.
Touch heaven with your knees.
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