Zone

Why do people keep telling you

to break out of your comfort zone?

Isn’t it the sweet spot

where your love comes from?

The more you love, the wider it grows,

that space between heartbeats, until

your comfort zone encircles the stars.

The only thing in heaven and earth

that isn’t comfortable is your mind.

The planets never complain,

“I’m stuck in my orbit.”

They just keep whirling where they are.

No need to expand your zone.

Expand your astonishment.

Then you’ll comprehend how full

of miracles this one square inch

of dirt is, the adventure of whirling

right where you are like the sun,

and hanging without belay

over the cliff of this moment, willing

to drop a thousand feet into another now.

Yet you’re caught and held.

A Comforter enfolds you.

On this Summer morning,

why not follow the honeybee

and drown in the pistil of a rose,

at the center of a love without circumference?

Dissolve into a fragrance

that bewilders the whole garden.

Be wilder.

Something infinite invented flowers

to remind you of this soft explosion.

How the pulse of your breath becomes

the motion of repose.

Surely you have wandered into the heart,

and the drunken bee is God,

who keeps stumbling back to tipple

from this wellspring of nectar

in your body.

 

Photo by my friend, Aile Shebar