Rootedness

Being, my eyes can see when closed,
My senses tuned to simply whisper
And all the noise that discontent,
Causes is silenced

Being, love can pour its ointment,
Onto the wounds that cannot be,
Touched or seen but felt like lightning –
Striking down to destroy

Being, my ears are alert and intent,
To hear the littlest cry that’s sounded
By tiniest ant or greatest beast,
In this miracle of life

Being, I lend my whole self,
To the writhing friend, in tears dying,
For I am not me, but you and all,
In this one universe

Being, I learn of a greater reality,
Where thoughts must be only tools
A pure space, I see myself,
To dwell in entirely

Being, eternity ceases to be,
A distant joke misunderstood
But a piercing truth that the moment holds,
Presently at fruition

Being, life is more than dreams,
Hope, ambition and circuit races
It is the unquestioned river of grace,
Forever growing in beauty

Being, the ego comes to ash,
And is reborn to its intended duty
Not to rule, but to work,
A peasant, not an emperor

Being, the clouds can be my home,
The leaves and trees, my family
The roses, oh what wondrous splendor!
I am awed and this is all true

Being, I touch the current of rootedness,
And meet my lover, the creating spirit
He who moves in every molecule,
Of life and death!

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