Tripping to Earth’s sounds and wonder
I have glimpsed eternity and felt its silent roar.
I have heard a tree sing on my evening
I have felt the invisible hand of a child
touch my crazy wanderlust soul.
I have smelled death in the living on the hair of
my Benedictus girl.
I have placed a candle via an old Babushka’s
hand as the Berlin Wall fell down.
I have heard the call to prayer from a
haunted desert crying while my mother lay
I have felt the whisper in my ear, ‘don’t worry’,
while around me War.
I have danced in Zikr chanting Allah Hu as the
waves crashed wild on the sundown shore.
I have chanted the psalms before the frosted
I have seen a Buddhist monk bow in blessing
on a calm summers day and felt the rage of
God humble and break me yet more.
I move more slowly to catch these