In silence
I listen
In darkness
I find light
In mystery
I find insight
In questions
I find…
Let diligence
And patience
Bring on
The insightful
Flood
Let my spirit
Rise
From the flat
Featureless plain
That was me
Until
I discovered non-being
And realized
Being
Was not
All it was cracked up
To be
Then cross them
To see what’s there
Or bring it here
And burn them
To keep what’s there
Away from here
I only have a glimpse
Of the way ahead
Through difficult terrain
Many sections of the path
Remain obscured
And the final destination
Still lies beyond
The visible horizon
I feel so naked
Exposed
And alone
Like in the dream
Where you’re at school
Or at work
Without any clothes on
And you’re the only one
And you can’t figure out
Just how you got to be there
Without any clothes
Fir and cedar, conifers
And alder with its lighter leaf
Like steps of cones
All feathery
But my lens
Sees everything
Grand patterns lost
In details keen
The words come
The way lichen
Came to the rock
They come to me
Both words and lichen
So their beauty can be known
Turned to it
Faced head on
Arms out wide
As if wings
Unfettered by Earth
Pix to Words 