The compassion of trees looks upon our humanity while

Wisdom, weeping from willows,

patiently awaits our footfall upon its roots.

Vision looms in an open sky.

Wings beat with wild endurance.

Humorless clouds fill with laughing gas and giggle.

Joy abounds.

Inside a molehill, an idea of light reaches one who is called to see.

Holy foolishness is everywhere!

Weathered and wrinkled, spirits soar, trailing epigrams –

hidden meanings lodged inside forgiveness.

The one called to see answers the light with no reason other than hope.

Still, gratitude sits.

Still, watchful, and awake to the slightest curve,

the dimmest clue solves its riddle.

Ecstasy abandons itself of meaning, moaning the morning into day.

Reverie passes out drunk, eyes afire, legs weak,

burning to give yet another day,

stopless and forever, holy.

The fabric of earth itself cracks open, new land born amid turbulent waves.

Oceans, grown beyond the edges of their shores, rise to new rivers.

Estuaries become sanctuaries.

Whales are calved.

Surfaces rip with fearless bliss unconcerned with nothing other than this.

Humbled, the eye of the eternal winks at the naivete of a world that’s got it right.

Written by Reverend Ross in Ganesha Hills on Friday evening, April 20, 2012 after a day of reflection and walking and spending time without earbuds, listening to God. Fusion arrives this weekend at The Center. May it be so that it delights that which is creating it.  Namaste.

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