Laughter has a way of dying out.
Even the echoes, short lived as they are pronounced,
dissipate in afterthought and contemplation.
Living is as moody as not.
The body, fraught with ins and outs
ups and downs, frenzies information,
often on deaf ears, still hearts
In a silence that allows
the wings of hummingbirds song, an aberration,
an anomaly, a message misinterpreted or ill conceived,
a dying on the surface of a living lung
What baffles the body, at times, undermines the spirit,
yet the bodymind intention is everclear
the essence of some sensibility
so out of place, so foreign in a private space –
is there, and wants you to be aware.
you of course
in due diligence
open to an attitude
a latitude of listening
must want, without fear
to be willing to hear
that what is received by one cell,
what enters the vast emptiness,
is complete in every sense.
you know this now,
what is everywhere is within hearing,
for nothing enters
and is not heard
you know now,
as you have always known, though unaware,
a single thought born in silence
emerging like the wings of a butterfly
unfolding from a crack in the universe
flooding your body in mindfulness.
Poems from “In-Between Before and After“