xii.

can you see
angels in dust?
the nameless hill 
chimes louder than words,
waking us in birdsong.

warm water laps
with rough cat-tongue sands;
the nature of Love,
perfect union 
of material and immaterial.

images jolt the body;
lightning loosens mountainsides,
flames spew out
ribbons of soot,
smoke forming beyond our grasp.

inadequate words spin,
circles of thought
dance around the truth
of what is hidden
deep in our marrow.

in surrender, we comprehend
the magnificent expanse,
of all we are;
so shine the sun from within,
weep with joy at creation.

lex