all ways

“love is not a symptom of time
    time is just a symptom of
                love”*


the leaves fall all around
the cold wind rises + falls,
   it is a hushed, gentle
    wind.
It tells me -
    “yes,     quietly  ,
    softly,   in good time ,
   gather and move all life” -
It brushes its many hands
    along my cheek
      and forehead
    and says  “love
        rest
         be still
        a moment
     I am holding all
           the prayers
   let me show you
     how they feel
         upon your skin”


they have come so far, I
   know the flavours whether or not I’ve
stood on that soil -
all the textures of the silent voices
chanting ‘help us’,
   ‘let us be together’,
and I sing
    the all-one song
may we all ways work
    together for love
me and you,
   alive and dead,
      body and spirit,
    all you
  named and unnamed
all  me - known and unknown


and as the wind says
“ always “
and lightly scatters tiny raindrops on us,


I am ready
  to listen,
to call out,
     listen,
    be still.


  re-member
    the heat
    generated
           inside


carry
     the fire,
           the breath,
               the light





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*from 'Time, As A Symptom' by Joanna Newsom