Saturday, August 11, 2012

the hills climb into ridges

the hills climb into ridges and mountain tops, the trees living and silent forever, wind like a distant train coming pursues me, i continue alone, in the unending sacristy of existence, my feet the prayers of the supplicant, my heart touching every needle and cone, chipmunk and rabbit, graceful buck and doe, all the family of the divine being, the essence of existence made real,the life divine among the perfected mountains where no man goes but to feel the force that flows unending. each flower grace, the lowliest weeds miracles of perfection and beauty, for what comes from love that cannot burst and transform all the world it touches, we live to be touched by everything and that everything feels the touching and is fulfilled in its manifested purpose, our hearts the engine of completion and perfection, the consciousness a divine pathway to the truth, the flesh the vehicle of divine love, feeling everything, joyous and loving, transforming the electrons of existence into the flower of the divine. clouds unbidden seek our empty skies and fill them with the manna of life giving water, drowning in the miracle dancing in the play of the drops upon the earth, feeding the billions of living beings, each the purpose and meaning of why i am here to be that once again to know who it is that lives in every heart and beating wing and falling footstep, the sound of the wind fills me with shivering freedom, unending painful perfection blows through my senses and releases the last bit of what is left to know, the final truth of being, one soul, one heart, one adventure of becoming that never ends. 

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