Rest

 

Are you looking for a quiet place?

Friend, you are already here.

Your blood in repose

between pulsations.

A mystic’s cave in every vein.

Secret chamber in your chest

where you have no enemies,

no one to blame,

and the endless journey is never begun.

The place where prayers for peace

need no speaking.

Simply disperse

into the finer element you are

before you breathe.

Be the sparkling sky

in the lungs of a hummingbird,

smoke of sage in desert air,

aureole in darkness
where the flame was just blown out.

Burn away and remember

that your body is made of vanished stars.

Stumble and fall

into your own rhythm,

which feels like you are

not moving at all, because your mind

is at rest in the flesh

that needs no discipline

of stillness.

You are a nest inside the egg,

a mother's womb that carries

her own savior.

You are the seed of

what you have been seeking.

Now flower on a Winter night.