Open
. . .letting the body fall at last
Open
It is a small step to remember
how life led to this
moment's hesitation.
How the door to the deeper world
opens, letting the body fall at last,
toward the few griefs it can call its own.
Oh yes, I know. Our wings catch fire
in that downward flight
and we come to earth afraid
we can never fly again.
But then we always knew
heaven would be a desperate place.
Everything you desired coming
in one fearful moment
to greet you.
Your full presence only in rest
and the love that asks nothing.
The rest where you lie down
and are no longer found at all.
-from River Flow: New & Selected Poems
"Your full presence only in rest
and the love that asks nothing."
This has to be learned again and again. How easily we gain momentum and resist the stillness we so deeply require. Gratitude for your wisdom, David, and the beauty in the containers you weave for delivery.
“The rest where you lie down and are no longer found at all.” How lovely, David. Love the dynamic tension you set between “full presence” and the impediment of “being found.”