Soothing the Inside Out

A wind chants threads of home,

the wonder of a child within, alone,

an inner creak of sacred bones,

and a dog running nearby,

Can you hear

the silence singing a setting sun?

Listen – these bells that ring,

they ring for you.

Colors change in this space,

mystery with light in the eyes

through a window – being, seeing

as out there, far away, so close,

a horizon limits sight;

yet curving unseen, sensuous

into these arms, as two hands,

loyal escorts through happening

are suddenly now so still,

as if they had shaped the night.

Heat inside body and cooler there

Where? Here.

Where this one holds feeling

as contrast to itself,

finding this vanishing bliss

and a great soul behind, before,

timelessly waiting

where hot and cold are one.

Give me a moment of your miracle

Let me come into your wild universe,

to a source of what we’re meaning to be;

Let’s caress this multiple illusion

into emptiness,

where we are always, already free.