Bless’ed space and vivid color,
This dynamic terrain embraces me;
Lost in the feeling of being found —
Without distraction or anger —
Peace becomes permanent.
What, then, is the playful suffering that clings to bone and flesh?
It is at once prison and liberation.
Darkness that lights the Ground
Grows heavier; more painful —
And prayers of gratitude are uttered beneath my control.
The purest pressures wrapped
In temperatures that melt resistance;
This outside air lifts the layers of illness
And quenches desire with succor and ease.
Kissed by breath
That moves the sky;
Tasting the sight of rustling leaves —
There is nothing more to do.
Nothing to solve.
Only Grace to receive.