Small

   

Knowing makes you small.

Big spirits mutter in amazement,
mantras like, “WTF?”
and, “I have no idea,”
their windows and doors wide open,

letting wind blow seeds in.

Some meet the Master and
start building earthworks right away

with sandbags of mind dust and
suspicion bones.

Others see a long-lost Friend,
scent jasmine and let
their last breath go,

falling into dazzled silence,

dark as the soul of Beauty.

From that moment on

they’re breathed by an Other
who is deeper inside them 

than memories of birth or death.

Sun floods earth,
one perfect beam for each
awakening bulb.

It depends on how ready
you are to burst open

and fill the air with the fragrance
of your Unknowing.

Listen, dear, this world

is a dry cocoon.

Soon it will crack and shatter,

spilling up into golden air

the crinkled rainbows
you've kept holding too long 
in your chest.

Give up certainty.

Just unfurl.

Photo: A visitor in my backyard