For all

 

Meditate

On the word beauty,

You yourself are beautiful. 

Beauty connects your inner reality

With God's reality.

Beauty is not a happy accident 

Or periphery preference 

Neither is it a luxury

Beauty is woven into the deepest nature of 

things

And is always inherently good and dignified

Gods song is beautiful 

She sings it over you

They sing it because of you

Pause

Wind bristles lime tree

Sun temporarily absent

Summer heat on pause

Pause

Write think type 

Cycle words

What's next?

Barrell rotate

Spin the truth

With language 

The Friend who sat by Rivers

 

I think of you sat by the edge of a river

Many times, whole days spent

With the way the water flowed

That easy posture

Sat on rivers bend

Bare back against tree trunk

Knowing one another’s strength

 

 

Your weight alive with the earth of the bank

Your mind, who knows?

Beautifully still

Beautifully full

Thoughts at war, fast and whirring

Were you sat bearing too much reality?

Or instead did your thoughts fade

The poles of pairs parting

Sitting with water in the gaps of time

Heart swimming

 

 

What would you have made of me now

And the waterfall of my mind/heart combination

Had we the chance to continue

knowing one another by our slower thoughts

The chance to change together

Like the water

Flowing on and on until the sea

Maybe, maybe we all end in the sea, eventually

 

And did you ever look up?

Skin on bark at the river bend

Looking upon the dendritic patterns

Of the branches above, onto the spiral galaxies beyond

Up, yes and also I imagine your gaze went soil down

Considering connectivity and a single source

Sensing symbiosis and the eternal song

A thinking with the planet about the planets

On a river bank meditating on the ways you were loved

Cultivating a felt sense of that love as a true possession

 

 

It is those dendritic patterns again

Tributaries of singing water

Surging through your family and friends

Beyond Kin and tribe

To an open handed

Open hearted

Field of wonder

Abiding in the perpetual flowerings of loss and love

Tender shoots of healing

And so many tones of beauty.

Sat sitting

 

Arriving in the Garden

Ask a painting for the answer

 

A dandelion for a piece of time

 

Place a fig in her eye line

 

let the juice sweeten your heart.

 

See the blossom of a sour cherry

 

A subtle radiance of white

 

Smell the blossom of the apple

in a pause transported

 

Here.

 

See the tree, its branches shape a

 

Diamond

 

Ask a diamond for its answers

 

As you press the compost

 

in soil scent

 

Let its imprint

 

make you still.

 

Make you grateful