All Lies as Myself
Wholeness pours like a liquid sea
a mosaic of wonder
flowing in forms of kaleidoscopic impermanence
flowing in changeless truth
here
I stop and touch what is lying upon
every strand of this topographical expanse
all that flows here lies whole beautiful
holy
I reach and touch and listen
present
i hear you singing from your immeasurable expressions
of soil
of mountains
of canyons
of oceans
of rivers
and lakes
you sing
of deserts
of forests
of grasslands
you sing
of aphids
of mantises
of spiders
of ants
of termites
of honeybees
of butterflies
of dragonflies
of fireflies
and flies
you sing
of giant sequoias
of aspens
of firs
of cedars
of maples
and beech
you sing
of lichen
of ferns
of mosses
of orchids
of sage
of cacti
and grasses
you sing
of birds in the air
of bats at night
of big-horn sheep cradling a rocky cliff
you sing
of moose
of wolves
of zebra
of lions
of human beings
of gorillas
you sing
of sharks
of fish
of plankton
of anemones
of starfish
of jellies
and octopus
you sing
of the wild
the unnamed
the diversity
the expressions
the stars
and rainbows
you sing
of youth
of age
of life
of death
of beginnings
of endings
of community
you sing
all of it yourself
me and you included
you sing
nothing matters, for this is nothing to hold onto
and in presence, meaning doesn’t exist
and there is no other
and here in this now
all things matter, for all things are myself
Wholeness — holiness