What Song Do You Hear

A warming trend.

Garden stones peak through what lessens. A heart can quicken this way. Is there doubt, lovely? For doubt births a two-ness, a breaking of the compass our existence has been so prepared for. Our lesson is not merely a metaphorical roadmap. A literal dissolution between material realms has been exposed. Look hard at the metaphysics. I promise it will take you beyond – beyond the esoteric understandings of the imaginal, beyond the elusive nature of realms, and into a collective and concrete, evolutionary importance. Wilber, Bourgeault, Gurdjieff . . . why not you?

Glass teeth fall from eaves and break apart in a toss of diamonds. When the grandmothers came through, the veil covering love fell completely. Alchemy went to work and all of the sudden, there is nothing left to know. A shimmering mandala of gratitude and love. All you need is love. . . .the Ewen McGregor, Moulin Rouge, Elephant Medley version.

The nuthatch shows us our place in the scheme of things. Up and down the tree at all angles, unfazed by which way the sky unfurls, he fulfills his purpose with delicate grace. If a seed falls from his beak to the earth, then a Eucharist for our roots is ordained. Hope is a body that lives regardless of our acceptance, fed and nourished by the higher ecological intuition of who we really are. What celestial birdsong do you hear?