She Lives
She tastes the whole summer in the spoonful of peach icecream
She stands in her kitchen, chopping the cabbage, carrots, onion
her own knife now slicing the aliveness for the daily ritual of omelet,
as if she stands in the garden of Eden with every possiblity of healing
Her knife slicing through the veil with clarity
As the luminous beyond grows up here in her garden—
every fruit & vegetable vibrating love
Silence lives in her tea cup
As if sipping now a communion with whomever Is near & dear… sister or tree, pileated woodpecker or me
The All of it living in her cup, taken in under her tongue
As an elixir milked from miracles of minutes, of the silent surprise of seasons
She lives with the same uncertainty
The same impermanence we all do,
this body of flesh, bone, blood, someday will die, perhaps soon
as primally as the day this body was birthed with sweat, tears, blood, salt
Her breath labors with expansion to meet the trees’ exhaling,
As if deliverance of life’s oxygen is made just for her
Her skin hugs the changing landscape of masses dissolving, tumors returning
Like the sun sweeps over rolling fields Equally blessing the valleys & peaks
Sitting in silence with her
Praising all the spaces in between our words offered to each other
like the dappled light through the forest, Illuminating the infinity of presence
As Silence swirls in her cup, divine LOVE is kissed at the rim of reciprocity—
as she is surrendered to the light consuming only light, giving only light
An endless summer now lives in her teaspoon
Drawing up to her lips, sipping Mother Earths goldenmilk
She is healing herself home while healing whomever is near & dear… sister or tree, pileated woodpecker or me
And the same peach in her icecream, her precious peach
Now Lives inside me…
And Somewhere tomorrow, or in the drizzle of January or next summer
Some stranger I have yet to greet, becoming near & dear…will taste this peach too