A Message

Everything in this world

is a message from that one.

And where is that world?

Deep inside your chest.

The song of the towhee.

The first scent of lilac.

The very slow pulse

of ancient stones.

How the wings of a hummingbird

churn this blinding sunbeam

into billions of love atoms.

When you breathe in

you breathe forests, meadows,

mountains, clouds,

the desolation of Gaza,

the playground littered

with Fentanyl, infected needles.

When you breathe out,

you breathe the Beloved.

Only the Beloved.

Is it not your duty

to create a new earth

from the flames that pour

from your wounded heart?


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