River

Late winter afternoon shadows lace the wall of my room
My eyes behold what I give you as night climbs
Up into trees– signs and wonders, stars break the sky.

Clothed in darkness, aware that I am unaware of where
It ends, a current of light in me like a poem rhymes
A river of light between black shores, the mystery…

Two herons, black and white, open wings over all
Take flight above the river and vanish– Oh river of light
And dark, we, the cosmos, flow without beginning or end

We, our own eternal source of being– alive, aware, awake
We scale a dream in life in death, in flight
The Great Wings Spread in Flight into the depth of space

 
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