Don't Go On

Don't go on and on about Oneness.
Just fall silently in love
with every crack in the path
and see what happens.
April, a dandelion,
October, a toadstool.
Meet each ache and throb
with a kiss
of direct perception.
Frog peep, nettle sting,
psalm of the Barred Owl
over the swamp.
Vacancy of the park bench
covered with wet leaves
where we met that Sunday
and surely touched
on a summer afternoon.
Small signs of awakening,
sacraments of the perceiver
in love with the sad,
broke-open, unfallen world.