Terminal Origin

 

 

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They sat atop a peak
above swings and slide
and outlook fort,
black wings with white,
sleek to lift as sun dipped
below unseen

At once, one alight, a gambol
with winged insect whose
escape uncertain, then
dip,
wings flutter,
a pass

Now partner’s turn
to swoop and pluck
the morsel for repast,
framed by trees
and clouds to hang
there for what seemed
eternity

Maybe it’s not a thin veil
for us to discover where
ancestors wait beyond.

Maybe it’s simply that
startling moment
where stop-action
frame, where
breath is caught,
where sound is
cushioned,
our canvass
holds truth.

Maybe, when we realize
that in each moment our
heartbeat meets terminus ,
in each and every
action, step, and
gasp, we touch our origin
and know you are there.

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.

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Author’s Note:

I walk my doggie, Benny, every morning and evening. We wander through our suburban open space that is quite civilized considering the wildlife it contains. This summer I was surrounded by swarms of dragonflies, a snake sunning itself on the walkway, a coyote crossing the street on a not so early morn, and a fox playing on the edge with passersby unimpressed.

The other day it was two magpies sitting on top of the gazebo at the playground. They were unconcerned with us, Benny and myself, but intent upon catching a flying something. Directly over my head I watched the dance not four feet above. It was as if the world stood still.

I am blessed when I still myself and open my eyes. More and more it is so easy to know that the kingdom of heaven is here and now…if I give it a chance.

 

May your eyes open to the glorious sky
that your heart opens as wide ready to be filled.

May your feet be held by the strength of the earth
that your journey be wise and wondrous.

May you hear the voice of the Beloved in meadow
and field, that you recognized it in one another.

May your lungs be filled with the breath of the Cosmos
that you may be one with all beings, seen and unseen,
here and beyond.

Aho,
Lexanne

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Árstíðir – Heyr himna smiður (Icelandic hymn) in train station

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