What is there Beyond Knowing?

What is there beyond knowing that keeps
calling to me?  I can’t

turn in any direcion
but it’s there.  I don’t mean

the leaves’ grip and shine or even the thrush’s
silk song, but the far-off

fires, for example,
of the stars, heaven’s slowly turning

theater of light, or the wind
playful with its breath;

or time that’s always rushing forward or standing still

in the same moment.

What I know
I could put into a pack

as if it were bread and cheese, and carry it
on one shoulder,

important and honorable, but SO small!
While everything else continues, unexplained

and unexplainable.

How wonderful it is
to follow a thought quietly

to its logical end.
I have done this a few times.

But mostly I just stand in the dark field,
in the middle of the world,

breathing,

in and out.

Life so far doesn’t have any other name
but breath & light,
wind and rain.

If there’s a temple, I haven’t found it yet.

I simply go on drifting, in the heaven of the grass
and
the weeds.

~ The Divine Mary Oliver,  Poet who inspires me

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Only Breath

This is a prelude to a new post coming tomorrow about the recognition of my loss of identity and others’ need for ‘the story’.

Not
Christian or
Jew or
Muslim

Not
Hindu
Buddhist
Sufi
or Zen.

Not
any religion
or
cultural system.

I
am
not

from the
East
or the
West.

Not
out
of the ocean

or
up from
the ground

Not
natural
or
ethereal.

Not
composed
of
elements
at all.

I
do
not
exist

am
not
an
entity

in
this
world

or
in
the
next.

Did
not
descend

from
Adam
and
Eve

or
any
origin
story.

My
place
is
placeless

A mere
trace
of
the
traceless.

Neither
body
or
soul.

I
belong
to
the
beloved

have
seen
the
two
worlds

as
one

and
that
one

call
to
and
know

first
last
outer
inner

only
that
breath

breathing
human
being

~ Rumi

This Morning Say I AM You

When I woke up this morning, I felt my body pulsing in a manner not entirely my own.  It’s not an unusual thing for me.  I always know I’m connected to you, he, she, that thing both within and without that connects us all.  It’s not unusual for me to feel another’s heartbeat alongside mine, feel another’s pain in my own body, know another’s joy in some quiet moments.  Today, though, the rythmn that moved in and around me developed a special meaning that I could not divine or define.   And so I went looking for the perfect way to describe it.  I found this:

I am dust particles in sunlight.

I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust I say, “Stay.”

To the sun, “Keep moving.”

I am the morning mist,

and the breathing of evening.

I am wind in the top of a grove,

and surf on the cliff.

Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,

I am also the coral reef they founder on.

I am tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought & voice.

The musical air coming through a flute,

a spark of a stone, a flickering

in metal. Both candle and the moth crazy around it.

Rose, and the nightingale lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,

the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,

and the falling away.  What is and what isn’t.

You who know Jelaludin, Yout the one in all, say who

I AM.

Say I am You.

~ Rumi

And, so I breathe for me and Thee.  With grace, gratitude, and the unwavering torch of  the Spark of Life.