Tell me friend,
what is your personal
philosophy of existence?
Have you found a way that
runs deep in unsearching for
words you could not utter to begin with?
Do you know the way of
rest so whole as to leaning into
wind without concern for falling?
Have you a sense of
plain living as creature in this
home we call earth without
need to draw great rifts of fear
across the skies?
Have you wheedled it
down to daily bread, taking only
what you need and leaving the rest for
the children and the poor?
Have you found
your instinct for your
core, that which has
never been separate from its source?
Can you stand sure at the
threshold of death, knowing the
veil will be torn into mystery and, for now,
that is more than enough?
And is there love, the kind so
elemental as to save you
from the tyranny of belief and into the
garden of faith?
I am only asking and
whether you resonate or are
disturbed, all is good,
for nothing on this journey remains as
it is for very long. The summer is
turning down into the
ground and harvest is near. Your
struggle is more than worth the while.
You are becoming.