I lost the heavy
burden of lack
when I embraced
my emptiness.
Now I am full.
her tent on every star.
Each cell of my body
is her palace.
One atom of me contains
swirling Andromeda.
I lack no thing because
I possess nothing.
Possessing no thing
I can be everywhere.
The smaller I become,
the more useful I Am.
If you like, I will meet you
here, at the center
of the rose,
the one you even now
hold in your hand,
shriveled and parched,
the one you are about
to throw away.
Why won't you do that
with your body?
Throw yourself away
like milkweed
in Autumn wind?
Is your heart not already
the boundless space
you call "away"?
What withers nourishes
creation.
The deepest work is to be food.
Why not just become
a sacred meal?
Don't feed the big things,
feed the little ones.
That's what scatters you
throughout the universe.
Break up
your mighty nation
into bio-regional republics,
into villages, into gardens.
Honor the loam.
Kneel to nitrogen, potassium,
ammonia molecules
in a possum carcass.
Scatter your exhalation
over landfills
and rubbled cities,
feeding the inbreath
of every newborn child.
What would Jesus do?
He would become bread.
"Take, eat,
this is my body.
Drink this wine,
it is my blood."
If you want to follow his Way,
make a covenant with worms.
Dish out your protein
to the bacillus.
Glut the microbe,
that royal bride
of entropy.
of entropy.
Your wedding is the loam itself.
You are the crumb,
you are the waste,
the compost,
and the inheritance.
the compost,
and the inheritance.
Become smaller.
Become useful.
Become food.
Photo by Morgyn Church
Photo by Morgyn Church
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