Walk

 

Here is the field where I walk with my dogs and gaze at the great mother who floats on a cloud of prayers. The wound in my chest is a portal to her kingdom. She scatters worlds, like seeds, in the furrow of my spine. They germinate in my breath when I whisper her Name. The radiance above, in the blue mirror of the sky, is just a reflection of the true sun inside me. The mountain robed in morning snow is just a shadow of the true mountain inside me. But what does "inside" really mean? Food, water, warmth and shelter spring from my darkness as a gentle glow. These precious things flow out of my heart and permeate creation, but the light itself is un-created. Once I thought my darkness was despair, but despair was only a veil that covered the shining midnight of faith. I have given up trying to understand. I just sink deeper and deeper into bewilderment.