Bird of the Moon
There is a feast going on
that we are invited to …
A wondrous forest birthed
from a single tree
A bird singing at the Center of Things;
A bird with a million feathers
of a million colors,
and a million fragrant songs
each sung in the wordless Language of the Heart.
There is no Waiting for this River:
It has been flowing all your days.
There is no Jumping into this river,
you were born and will leave in this
Lovers Arms.
A single Tree and a Silent Sunset
remain embedded in a place where
they Grow Forever Undaunted
A single prayer emerges from
the Lips of Now …
“Fulfill me, because my life is passing by …
“Take me Home, because there is no other
Place to Go …”