The Scale-of-It
Oh how to be with smallness
The tiny beautiful curve
Of humility underneath the rush
Like the curl of newborn hand
Wrapped around my pinky
Like the intimate shallow pool
Made clear of rivers surge
holding my reflection
Like the small of my back
pressed into roots of Willow tree
Blanketing me with tendrils of weep
Oh how to surrender to the scale-of-it
The omnipresent alluring arcs
of infinity above the rush
Like the stretch of awe
Spiraling up ancient redwood trees
Like the prayers of hope set free
On the wisps of mountain wind
Like the wave of immeasurable Milky Way
Wrapped over those mountains
Oh how to be with smallness
Just below the rush
Oh how to surrender to the scale-of-it
Just beyond the rush
Oh how to live with the humility
inside divine security,
outside the rushing of egoic insecurity
