Really Listen

Advaita flowers in the play

of lover and beloved.

Every perception is a deeper kiss.

Just to be awake is a wedding.

Why not really listen

to a vireo at dawn?

Why not scent a wild hyacinth

and fall into wonder again?

There was another world

before this one,

and it is still at your fingertips.

We don't have enough words to say "love,"

so we have hands.

We don't have enough hands to do love,

so we have tears.

We don't have enough tears to feel love,

so we have silence.

Not even silence is vast enough

to contain love, so we surrender.

The soft morning rain is over.

A broken sun trembles at the tip

of every fern.

The vireo returns

from that world to this one

and heals your body

with a tiny song.