This I say from my dwelling
place within your heart:
Do not miss me in your focus
at the world.
I am the orange
glow of dawn, sun the color of
monk’s robes shining equally
upon all beings.
I am your
frustration as you seek me
and come up empty.
I am the
dusty web you sweep down
from the ceiling, and the spider
who races into hiding when you
clean.
I am disbelief, devotion,
grief, joy, and tearful entreaties.
I travel on the notes of wrens and
song sparrows just to set you free.
See each action as a bold attempt
to find me. Experience my reality
even once, and your life is changed,
rearranged, priorities shifting like
a lid has been lifted off a pot of
boiling liquid.
I am the steam and
the source of heat.
I am the soup
broth and the hand that grips the
spoon.
I am midnight, noon, and
every chime that rings to mark the
time.
And I say this –
you are mine
and I am yours.
In this surprising truth, rest easy and assured.
— Danna Faulds
