Knowing makes you small.
Not knowing opens
all your windows and doors,
letting the wind blow
seeds in.
Some see the Friend
and suddenly pitch
and suddenly pitch
dirt-works and moats
of suspicion.
Those walls are made of
the mind's chatter.
But some see an intimate stranger,
musky with kindness,
pungent as mushrooms,
pungent as mushrooms,
who visits this planet from a world
deep inside the atom
of sod.
Why not give your breath away
and fall into dazzling silence?
From this moment on,
be breathed by an Other
who is nearer than “I.”
The Sun always floods us
with just enough splendor,
sending a perfect beam
for every bulb.
It all depends on
how ready we are to burst open
and fill the air
with the fragrance of Unknowing.
Listen, friend, this world
is a dry cocoon.
Soon it will crack and shatter,
spilling upward into golden morning
these crinkled rainbows
you've been holding too long
in your chest.
Give up certainty.
Just unfurl.
Watercolor by Marney Ward
of sod.
Why not give your breath away
and fall into dazzling silence?
From this moment on,
be breathed by an Other
who is nearer than “I.”
The Sun always floods us
with just enough splendor,
sending a perfect beam
for every bulb.
It all depends on
how ready we are to burst open
and fill the air
with the fragrance of Unknowing.
Listen, friend, this world
is a dry cocoon.
Soon it will crack and shatter,
spilling upward into golden morning
these crinkled rainbows
you've been holding too long
in your chest.
Give up certainty.
Just unfurl.
Watercolor by Marney Ward
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