the world is always
ending
and always being
born anew
simultaneously
saturated with meaning
and free of set interpretation
feel the
overwhelming intensity of fullness
and rest in the
vast, primordial emptiness
be at one with the
waves and the ocean floor
let the scent of
eternity reveal this moment’s priceless reality
complete unto
itself, yet layered, interwoven,
interpenetrating
every moment in the fabric of totality
the warming suchness
of a fire crackling in the stove
the electric
pinpoint radiance of little incandescent lights
the dark, cool
breath of the spacious outside air
and the deep,
bracing chill of the river gurgling past
a moment to sit and
let feelings precipitate into words
a moment to
appreciate this gift of life
without expectation
or encumbrance
a moment to settle
into the symphony of the senses
and wonder at this grand
mystery of ultimate simplicity
on a quiet Wednesday morning in my parents’ homely house
on the threshold of ancient Lapland
just before the season’s longest night
and the Sun’s most dearly welcome journey back
towards the magical promise of Midsummer
