You Asked

When you asked,

How can I face

such a dark world?

the answer was all around you.

The wands of pine

in a soft breeze answered,

bell-throated blackbirds

ringing over the wetland

answered, stars

floating on a still pond

answered, dancing milkweed

like snow and pearl-eyed

mushrooms seeing

through a midnight forest

answered: This world

is not the seat of sorrow.

This world is sunlight

playing in a mist

that rises over the fountain

of beauty.

The seat of sorrow is your heart

aching, thirsting

for its own light.

Yet the healing is easy.

Turn your gaze around

and see into your source.

You are the fountain of beauty,

you are the misty play of light.

Listen to a raindrop fall,

how it finds its way home,

as fallen things do,

to the hidden spring under

pungent green moss

where it was born.

Even the raindrop answers,

Yes.


Photo from mosslovers.com

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