Let me
find us of the same weave,
the
fluids of separate tributaries
that have
found a deeper truth to travel
as one
movement forwarding all motion.
Let me
find some cause for action self authored,
outside
the petitions of time in penance,
some draw
of origin, now in return
having
gathered far flung and deeply churned
as enrichment
in celebration of fields with presence, rekindled, embodied, full of
integrity of heart.
That it is less of mindfulness in guardianship,
sweet without story or
history,
with no ruddership for acting out some far distant fetch.
That it is gathered
as gathering in the joy of movement
that sings the whole spectrum as one soulful note.
No part of us is ordained
for the listening
yet all is
heard as the embrace of oneness.
It is quantum
without doctrine or rebuke.
It is so fluid as
if all memories are only applause
in the release of
surface as tension into truth.
That no one comes to
know
but
is of one movement forwarding all motion,
sacred as rekindled,
embodied,
full of integrity of the one heart . . .
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