Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Everything Irie


How strange to hear
the birds singing at
midnight. There is a
great spaciousness
in the air.

It's funny how
lonely cars
moving through the
suburban night
sound so much like
waves on a full moon beach.

Sit quiet late one night,
windows open,
listen to the air. Listen to
the plants moving
in the breeze. Listen to
planes and planets moving
through the sky. Listen from
deep within your center.

Presence is gently waiting
like a quiet, patient lover.
The sun
continues to shine
even on the
darkest night.

Que serĂ¡,
serĂ¡, but at some point
it becomes apparent –
Life is breathing through us.
No need to secure anything more,
better by far to lighten the load
- all items must go!

If I could I would embrace
this slice of existence
made available to me.

If I could I would undo
all of the mean things
I have ever done.

If I could, I would pay my respects
to all of my ancestors,
and all of the stars.

If I could, I would tell you;
    You are perfect -
    exactly as you are.


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