A HIDDEN MIRACLE

All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,there they return again. Ecclesiastes 1:7

I love the way the world works whether it is the omnipotent spiritual nature or the earthly steadiness of life. I believe with each breath, we have the opportunity for change, with each step we have a choice to move forward, and with each life time the blessing to learn. Taking all of our experiences and blending them into a balance of holding on and letting go with a bit of prayer to aide us might be called life.

Every act of creation is first an act of destruction. Pablo Picasso

A Hidden Miracle

We pray as the used
amniotic world splashes to the floor,
shiny blue squares under foot,
a soul emerges from another Cosmos.
A blooming red bud,
rivers turned to blood,
a new born, the first growing breath,
a wrinkled chin pushes to heaven,
saying goodbye,
with every thought we pray.

And with every thought
we pray--
pray for the blend of gods,
the black spotted sky of birds,
green grasses growing out
of cracked cement in the ghetto,
tiny spiders spinning webs,
weaving patterns of our invisible soul,
our slow rotating earth communing
with your beating heart,
pounding steady inside creation,
reverberating inside the cowhide drum,
universal ribbons connecting our
prayer reeds rising in a wet marsh.
With every thought we pray.

We pray as a mother prays for purity
in life’s first bloom of birth;
silence enters, holy waters touch,
as she holds her own exhausted lungs,
and her tears blend into seas,
the salt of times many oceans.
A school of fish swim into
the dark underworld, alone.
We exist and then we are gone.
The perfection of life.
We pray and begin again.