on this day

We stood in a circle and chanted hymns of the universe, praising the presence of abundance abound.

Lying on the table, the feather rattled her to stillness, while feathers and flocks exploded outside overhead.  

The sounds of trumpets and bugles and lightning erupted into laughter as the pumping of the raven’s wings glided through the air like a ripple in the pond, melting my face to the grass.

Tears are streaming down our cheeks.

the sky purges sweet drops of rain to all the earth’s creatures, and here we are.  My feet anchored in the cold wet assurance of happening -I wiggle each one to make sure—and I float off to everywhere.

somehow both upwards, inwards, outwards, and downwards, verbally almost no words, continually onwards, both frontwards and backwards, the expansion finds itself with no source and no limit until awareness becomes aware of only awareness itself, leaving me for a moment to be the watcher of things.

rumi entered and said: Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.  

and so like this, it is done, it is done, it is done.