It’s about the courage to let go.
Is that the right word for surrender?
Staring into it. Mindless. Egoless. Not knowledge.
Not intellection. Knowledge is full of labor,
but love, full of rest. Contemplation. Unknowing.
Influenced by reading the The Cloud of Unknowing and The Book of Privy Counseling
Like you, I once wanted to fly.
To glide and flap arms like wings
and soar high over my childhood home.
That, before the fear of height began,
when winged arms could hold me aloft.
The three dry months meant no floods.
We made our own rain each evening
for flowers and vegetables, top-coating the soil
with a wet darker brown, but never
deep-soaking enough to really change the world.
Watching the workmen moving the river today,
I thought about when my young sons
and I once diverted the local creek.
Lifting rocks, digging mud, making stick dams –
we changed its course. Until it rained.
No matter where you live, look westward –
Tonight, our Moon near Saturn and Antares
connects us in a distant celestial way.
It is noon here now. On Saturn,
the Sun one-hundredth the size. Hello universe.