How To Be


When the call comes
and it is time to listen
For the winds blow deep
and the skies crouch low
And for all the fickle movement
there is nowhere else to go
Now is the time for sitting,
Tuning to internal rhythms
To remember how the trees do
To think of how the rocks move
To wrap all of time into the
stillness of this one moment
And turn all our loving attention
to our bodily legends unfolding
The cries, pain, not knowing why
The joy, too, arising unbidden
Our only job here is to listen
From heart, the true beginning
The the world humming softly,
Loudly – in gorgeous reflection. – TS