Where the life-making magic
is rooted and effulgent.
In the very same crevices
is the dark depth pregnant
with inertia of Death.
To be upon the highest pitch
One needs to constantly enliven.
To be ahead of the Sun in coming
Awake. To be alive enough to
Welcome the Moon and the Starz.
To imbibe the fragrance of the
Flower ahead of the bees and the
Birds. To know the coolness of the
Mist before it touches the Leaf or a
Blade of grass. To be able to catch a
Snowflake in its journey of descent.
To know the stillness of Death
before He creeps upon You.
Nov 11, 2017