i.

conning the mysteries of the universe

was, from childhood,

always by the light

of the first star on the right...

flying was easy,

you just leaped up

ii.

now lying in bed

on this black-as-black night

comes a far longing

and the monkeymind chatters...

the mother, the daughter, the partner,

the broken down car, dwindling savings

dreams that wait and the weight of care

then like going under water

all i hear is my own breathing

and i wait, being nothing in the stillness...

iii.

loosening the tether of time and place,

feeling my own bareness, my own light

so i lift up my heart and follow it

into the great impossibleness

and fly and fly and fly

and it is so beautiful

so beautiful

iv.

somewhere behind the heart

is the finding place

for being well

and knowing the Good