6.5 sit/walk

6.5.24

Lights enshrining inner sanctum

to hollow out,

examine, 

allowing the transmission

of holy fire,

your cave,

beneath the mountain.

The roots,

beneath the tree

alive in cool rich chocolate soil

a state of being 

in your hearts mind

a verb

a cool sip of water (cosmic love nectar)

your offering.

…

Donald Miller offers to buy me a coffee

they’ve recently done a butterfly count

“it’s good and it’s bad”

Yalmaz encourages me to do the podcast.

The eye of my heart awakens

in the deep loving heat

of the Chico summer day.

“no moment is wasted” she whispers.

In the starlight of your eternal gaze,

glances casting left, right, center

arriving at the point where all is seen at once

beyond the boundaries of time & space.

A doorway into eternity.