Leaves in a Fountain by Alix King
This I say from my dwelling place within your heart:
Do not miss me in your focus on transcendence.
Look closely 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, great 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.
—Dana Faulds
