What will it take
this journey that is already fulfilled –complete –honored
what will it take to begin this journey
as if there is no end
And what will it take
to live within each step
as if the placing of these feet
on hard or soft or bogged or bright ground
somehow will right me –restore me –save me
from what I am and am not
as if there is a confusion there
carried through these eons of loss and gravitation
There is None No-one who says
what can be done or not done
There is no one marking the way
not as yet as I can see
And yet there is an encounter
something real and palpable
and perhaps mistaken for real
–the light can cast in myriad of ways
In the mists veiling my own Silence
words curl around the nooks
of my bones and flesh –lighting down
making a landing, offering solace
These words here now –parched –dry
picked up as breadcrumbs
but it is simply unknown who or what
left them here –was it me? –was it You?
This quandary calls out the insight
the timeless continuity of All That Is
what comes before when there is no beginning
and in no end –what conclusions might arise?
Taking it off –taking it on
covering and uncovering
placing and wait as grace returns
Emanating Silence –this brilliance like no other
Life Being Life 