“You’ve got to be praying all the time or else you’re just thinking about yourself.” Dan in The Wolf At Twilight by Kent Nerburn
I should wait, I know, gathering my treasures
to burst out with beautifully wrapped
packages for all of you, my beloveds.
Instead, I read a passage and leap
up with a burst of clarity
that I want to share right now!
Like a mad goddess cackling
toe deep in richly composted soil,
releasing a one-winged butterfly
that can only spin in circles.
So lovely, wing drenched in stained
glass glory found in old churches,
vivid colors enticing you
on your sickbed. Open one eye
despite your pain and laugh
at my sheer absurdity. We are
connected in this interlayered weave
of interdependence. There are no
rugged individuals, nothing is remote
or ambiguous. I stand here on
the bones of the ones who came before,
wearing clothes brought to me
by many hands, and I am fiercely
grateful for this water flowing
from the faucet, and I’m dizzy
as I consider how many of you
are holding me up right now
so that I can speak to you
and let you know, however imperfectly,
that my love can’t wait
to be cut and polished.
The responsive universe is humming
the tune, will you listen?
Chime in with me now!
I’m really grateful for these hosts who keep sharing space open!