I know less today than yesterday,
Living on a hill where wind blows,
Steals sounds of music, dims the sad
Green light never seen before.
Leaves bend in shady silence, subtle
Shadows surround, folded
Between the blessings of bare feet.
Summer sun brings charity, philanthropy of
Warmth, meadows, flowers that detail
Color, souvenirs of pivotal yellows,
Riches of pink positioned in proper form,
Bouquet of blues that blossom
Against sky blue of summer morn,
Deepening green of August trees on hills,
Dreaming all the way to black of night.
As I unlearn, dislocate away from form,
Breathe in silence that floats above
Edge of every hour, the lake blurs
Undivided into August afternoon, dissolves,
Walks into deeper wordless prayer.
Birds, messengers fly through brilliance
While I am still in
Perfect, senseless grace,
Break the thread of sorrow….
Watch this letting go, aware
No dogmatic belief, thank God….
This need that seeks not further understanding,
Only gift of empty space.