Observations in Zion
The Emptiness of the Void gives way
To the Pervasive Peace, Zion
As I round the corner from where I was
To where I wish to be.
Sister Datura, lavish in her arraignment
Against the drought ridden desert
Represents a different glory amidst
The scrub of the sage and cactus
Who Am I, Sister, whose English name,
Reveals the path of the nature of your essence?
"Angel's Trumpet," what would you reveal of me
In the twilight between my sleep and wakefulness?
The Holy One of All reveals
all truth to all beings, for the asking
"Sister is for those who know not this truth
But who desire to learn it."
"She exists for those who seek wisdom
for the whole,
And the whole suffers from the abuse
Of the few."
Journey on and discover the Delight of the Virgin
Whose path leads to Vision, acceptance and tolerance.
Ask and this knowledge is Yours
Given you in the Being of You.
The playful tree lizard and mate
Play chase and romp in a tree lined
Beach playground
Until danger arrives –
Seeing,
raising and lowering a tiny body
with muscular legs – push ups by human standards
One inch or less by their perspective
Alert, they bypass Immediate danger
for safety's Camoflage
on the bark of a tree – home
Studying it's would-be enemy
First from one eye, then from another
he uses but one eye, one perspective at a time
each eye seeing the same thing
Entirely differently.
Does one eye see up close
And the other from a distance?
I don the binocular vision of that device
Which allows vision up close of the far away.
I watch the waters play with an inanimate
And give it life,
rainbows of sparkle in the sun
fading the intense beauty around it,
It is but a small rock or piece of wood
on the bank amidst the tules
the water dances around it
begging its freedom from restraint.
A humming bird hovers above
And daringly sweeps, zig-zag,
tiny helicopter lightly dipping it's tale
for a cool bath.
Eyeing the water's invitation
and barely touching the rapids with its tale
It's wings fan the mist of the minute dip
And hummingbird dances again in joy.
Giving way to Father and Son
Slowly, happily, clumsily vying their way
On flotation devices, enjoying
A water journey, talking loudly without words
Water gives way
barely supporting
the weight of the Father,
Yet, boueying the Son.
Rocks and narrows sometimes halting
the smooth flow of their ride,
but also speeding them where
the Virgin is plentiful.
Their Oneness is apparent – life travelers
Together, co – dependent upon each other
For love, for joy, companionship always
the pleasure Of Adventure and Experience.
And are They not We?
6/22/03 Mattie Lane