I am closer to ALL than I knew
their symphonic pulses moving
harmonically through me over in
around me beneath and above
me tolling, trilling, drumming
singing origin songs of birth curving
in limb, bone, facet flowering
from cold spring ground spiraling
out of summer cirrus skies curling
in turbulent tidal waves flowing
in ground glacial ice and stone swirling
through the earth’s molten core.

The chill autumn sunlight found me
in the morning as I wakened.
The dark night sky spaces
felt my breath, shimmered in ripples
when I closed my eyes to sleep.
They have all along known me
offered themselves, wondered
at my blind and pleading steps
as I thought them only senseless
spinning reeling silent spaces
forms and movement that shared
no thought for me or my days.

I went my way to borderlands
to the high hills and long vistas
listening for voices in silence
whisperings of life, beauty, joy
waiting there to see the green ray –
signs in the sky, silver portents
in a gathering of littered stones.

They were speaking all along
singing sphere’s celestial songs
dancing – all fouetté, entrechat,
pirouette, grand jeté – brilliant
multi-colored, flowing, fragrant
sensuous as the evening twilight
on a summer’s spoken and soft eve.

Portland, Oregon – June 27, 2017

“For more and more people, the spirit no longer comes down from above.  It emerges up from matter and is there for those who are willing to accept the earth’s complication and see the spirit in the storms [that] body and matter throw at us.” Attributed to C.G. Jung in an article from the magazine, Parabola, Vol. 42, No.1; “The I Ching and Synchronicity” by Annette Lowe.