Rest in the ancient lineage
of the present moment.
Listen to the evening breeze
in the forest of your breath,
that pine green silence.
You will hear creation hymns
that sang the sun and moon.
You will remember when your
tears were the original rain,
and your eye was light itself.
Now shape the earth again
through the secret fertility
of amazement.
Let the inconceivably
appropriate gesture of healing
blossom from this stillness
in your body.
Surely you know that a stem
of hollow furious cleansing
trembles through your flesh,
from the belly to the dimple
in your crown, wedding
your ancestral darkness
to an unborn star.
