Beyond the River

To hold back that which is not earned – is it righteousness under the gaze of the One who gives all unearned things? A gold band rests in a silver dish as a symbol of alchemy I cannot change. Ending as beginning. This ouroboros life. What is beyond is actually right here and the heat of this is almost unbearable.

A few spring snow flakes posing as blossoms on the wind. Robins shuffling leaves to find breakfast and fodder for nesting. Steady oaks reminding us all to serve and then, to serve some more. A sense of justice transforms when understanding sin is no more. Impartiality is our true king.

Dawn follows me chanting peace be with you the whole way. Only now do I respond, “and also with you.” Even to want this peace is a hunger that cannot abide in such a light. Even the red bird calls out the truth: surrender. And surrender again.

All values of this world must mark a point beyond which we must pass. Beyond laws and vows. Beyond Caesar and God. Even beyond that sacred river and the fertile ground it offers on the banks.

It is my turn to speak from this sacred place.