Have you walked on the liminal edge
Of early morning light?
Seen
Mist cloaking
The sleepy face of the river
Before the day pulls
Aside her white veils?
Heard
Haunting calls
Of the geese lingering
Beyond the cattail quietudes
Of willow-bound solace
Felt
Delighted wonder
From last night’s rain
Dripping into the harmonies
Of the forest floor
Have you come
Into the solitude that was always to be your gift
Dissolving muddy night questions
Into the liquid alchemy
Of presence?
These moments are beyond telling.
Will you come, asks the river
Will you meet me
On the edge of all things
To become, just for a moment
Everything and nothing?