Today I Will Be a Poet
"like a feather on the breath of God,"
I will yield to the untraceable wind
sensing myself being breathed into the mystery.
Today I will gather beauty
I will see with the eye of the Beloved
I will practice adoring every little thing
I will listen to the voice of the moon flower
and kneel at the roots of the Sycamore.
Today I will be obedient
to water, wind, earth and fire,
as they allow the Divine to speak through them
I, too, will allow myself to be spoken through.
Today I will be a poet, a monk and an artist.
When light climbs out of the sweet darkness,
falling down in golden streams
upon my mystic heart,
I will stand in the light fall
and become a vessel of light and darkness.
My Heart Will Overflow
With Eternal Questions!
Poet, monk, artist, mystic:
siblings on our beautiful earth
answers to eternal questions
containers of light and dark
keepers of a 'power' that saves.
[written on the altar of daily life]