Just Home

Listening to sunrise, more muted than yesterday. Something is riven in overcast gray.

Intention and surrender.
Beheld and let go.
And now, theology of the interior.

A Sabbath Bride, re-souled.

One follows the fragrances of longing, and with the inward turn, finds Love. A mysterious landscape gushing, like wine rushing in, poured to overflowing. Drink and be merry.

Yet I am inseparable from the one who beholds me. This is no mistake because we are made anew in another. The question becomes one of constant renewal, moment to moment, until the end of lifetimes. Ending is near.

Soon, home in the rains.
And within the icy tombs of winter.
Through the celibacy of the fading world.

Just home.

The sun peeks from a broken cloud and for a moment, the world is gilded in light.

When you have a loving relationship with the earth, you can no longer violate her. That's what I see in you; that's why I love you.