“Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears Today of Past Regrets and Future Fears~Omar Khayyám
out here with the beings who keenly fly
attuned to the sky clock routinely, why
do I ever retire to the box-wired
prison, the matrix of beliefs bone-dry?
my dreams lift me back to balance
what my heart might behold and sing
immense truths words fail to hold though I try
tuning my instrument in the wellspring
earthbound where we’re recycled lift your voice
this moment is alone what we rejoice
our mother’s gift too vast to comprehend
we breathe, receive, and give this now our choice.
Inspired while reading The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyám at dawn on the porch while birdsong coaxed the light.