A young buck walked past me,
so close that I could see
the movement of his fur
was the rippling
of many points of light
on a deep velvet sea.
The bee biting my palm,
a gentle nipping call
to shared experience,
and I felt
how a spider’s walk
is lighter than even
the weight of the merest whisper.

Did you ever stop
to consider
that fog
is time
coalescing
into visibility?
How it hangs
immensely weighted
and yet is also
ineffably ungraspable?

I discovered that
deep inside of my body
I carry the gateway to a universe.
(I was there yesterday,
for a moment.)
The way to enter it
is not through knowing,
but being.

So much thinking in the way of all of this!

I get so caught up in Story
because it comes in pictures,
an endless movie-reel of drama in my mind.
The key to Connectedness as a Thing
is that I have to stop looking for it like that,
and merely allow myself
to be quiet enough
to sense,
deep in my body,
even beyond my body,
the vast spaciousness
of what is always there
simply
being.