the edges of the threatening clouds
suddenly it’s sailing clear –
the full moon!
– – –
awakening is precisely like this:
our precious fears and foibles
begin to melt into lightness
at the edges
the dark curtain of concepts
and the tireless concept-builder
and there it is
the self-luminous light
of our eternal beingness
that was veiled
by ceaseless story-spinning
full-moon lunacy in the heavens
lightning bolts being tossed like javelins
thunder rolling from there to there then
cracking, smacking, crunching the air
and the earth trembling
and then – release:
rain, in huge drops, splattering, bouncing rain
hour upon luscious hour
heaven is right here!
how can one describe wetness on skin
quenched thirst on tongue
damp earth-fragrance in nostrils?
likewise, heaven defies description
it is here, it is here!