The natural beauty oozes slowly
through form, through each beating heart,
the ecstatic reach of trees,
the melt of light into light,
the dancing edge of sun and shade,
the effervescence of bird song.
I saw an eye blink once
that took three breaths —
and knew the mystery of time.
I head a voice once
that turned me into a golden puddle.
We are moving somewhere, all of us,
within the Great Blue of God:
the eyes of the World fixed
on some green and golden prize,
some whirl of blue poured into
a billion eyes,
the eyes of children opening into sound
Light as music laughing
All humble wild things are waiting
for us to be
humble, wild things
that are awake at last…
thrown open wide
a song as flesh,
Matteo Pontonutti is a young RB artist (16 years old) who is doing some incredible visual work. This image of his inspired this poem of mine. That’s it.