Adam's Dream

"And Lilith, the wild night creature,

will find a resting place." ~Isaiah 34:14

If your mind wanders,

don't chase after it.

Let promiscuous ideas

explore the farthest edges

of inter-galactic amazement,

the furious silver atoms

of a withered dandelion.

Let your lost attention roam

as long ago as your

ancestors' dream of roaring,

as far ahead as the cradle song

of your unborn children's child.

Even with as many thoughts

as there are brazen zeros

of dust in a sunbeam,

your meditation will be

soundless and hollow. Why?

Because you are not the dust,

you are the ray of the golden void

dust dances in.

You are not your mind,

but the space where it wanders,
the vacuum swollen
with the hum of supernovae,

the motionless green journey

of a spiraling seed

toward the death of its flower.

Let go of every doing
but bewilderment.
Delight in whirling stillness.

Hug the glittering cilia
that feast at your interment,

threading your compost to the stars.
With the softest fabric of this breath,
polish your heart
until the diamond silence shines.
Why be confused by two-ness?
You are love's chaos.

You are Adam's first wife, Lilith,
who danced at his creation.

Wear the crescent moon

on your fontanelle.

Let the curvature of awareness

be a scimitar, destroying
every concept of self and other,
empty and full.

Lady Lilith by Dante Rossetti, Metropolitan Museum of Art