How is this possible!
Every moment
We contain
The uncontainable,
All the flowers of
The fields,
The blue of the sky
Find their life in you.
Mystery & magic
We have no names for
Like ocean currents
Stream underneath
Our unawareness.
In front of you
A million happenings
Without a name
Remain unknown.
Your very soul—
A converging point
Of all that ever was
Or could be,
Living out
Its never-ending
Love affair.
Yes, you're here
With every other thing
Within you,
Surrounding
This astonishment
That encompasses
What can't be.
