Sunday at the Delta

[Guest guest]

We rose before dawn to wander the marshlands,

two children now at dawn upon a Rainbow Bridge,

poised like meadowlarks on l'Arc de Triomphe

on this triumphant morning, marsh mind

brightening with watercolor sky, Delta body

awakening as Is-ness, clutched in the rapture of

itself, glorious without reference, and some part of it

remembering the first bird call, penetrating

the stillness of night, as we sat in early meditation

in a monastery silent, eyes bight gleaming slits

filling up with morning light, and then the choir

of rising birdsong pouring down the mountainside,

the ecstasy of that, here now, as the Great White Heron

sweeps directly towards us in slow motion, like

a destiny unavoidable, and we can only stand in awe,

unblinking, as we come eye to eye with God in

the form of this unspeakable beauty winging

towards us timelessly, lifting at the last moment

over our heads and taking them with it into heaven!

 

Suddenly I am back in Morocco once more, and from

every minaret they begin the Calling, the lifting voices

of the heart's longing to praise the Great One, the Only One,

the One miraculously appearing as the Calling Itself,

Calling to Itself in Praise, in Wonder of Itself,

piercing the Sky of Heart with It's own tear-streaked

Voice, while a dozen sleek geese all rise as one,

aiming directly at the sun just cresting the horizon,

and a solitary ragged seagull glides down from that light

with one last tale to tell.

 

It is the story of how the marsh grass, quietly

slumbering throughout the cool night, gradually

awakens at the touch of Shine, releasing its

perfume into the bliss of all fragrances that lift

as an offering of prasad to the dawn, eager to

be consumed in the blinding blaze of that

which awakens them, the light itself,

and the way we disappear, all of us together,

perfumed with dawn,

into That.

 

We reminisced of our re-union, and

Yes it was dawn, and just beyond

the window of our new

yet ancient Lovemaking

two peacocks called

 

ShivAllah!

 

ShivAllah!

 

and we fell and

fell into that

Call and

never

 

ever

 

landed

 

 

And to all of this we

exhale

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

and in perfect synchronicity

the passing train

agrees.

 

 

 

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

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