I would like to speak words to you
that are opening words,
words that expand your mind
beyond the limits of our minds
just because they are so packed with silence,
so crammed with naked nothing,
so empty of my own ideas,
so divested of presumptions,
so sailing free of pretense,
so lightly naked of self concern
that they slip in to slowly open you
as they softly stroke your most tender spot,
pink and shy, just beneath your heart,
just beyond the boundaries of your breath,
until Life’s secret light softly spills out your eyes.
And a holy harmony of your being,
arising through a quiet fabric of green,
would celebrate you amongst unseen friends
who watch over you with innocent eyes
in a limitless blue, and love you.
Ah, but here I am, sitting with a pocket full of nothing…
wishing beauty upon you,
wishing I had the power of a god to fly and bless
instead of just this little fistful of words
that struggle to say the unspeakable
and don’t even rhyme.
The deep heart is flowing and flowering forever with the spiritual qualities everyone secretly loves. To speak from here is to know the power of the earth and sky in us… as us.