Come rise with me to unearth the instant light begins. Come away from this death that is its illusion. What deer panting for a hidden spring fails to find the moon’s reflection? What seer blinded by visions hears the dawn chorus stirring and sees again? What silent monk seeks the fire’s warmth and becomes that which burns within the sunrise?
An oyster opens its mouth and conceives a pearl. Trees rise from their Lazarus shrouds of mist. Prometheus and Maui paint the earth with Heraclitean fire once more. I am the wave that is the presence of the ocean. I am become death, the creator and destroyer of separation. In a breath I become what the Christ is.
dying wind —
a dandelion now
just a stalk