Inquiring into the nature of Reality
At the city of the sky, there are
Only signs, arrows.
This way, oh born of space.
Spanish colonial cruelty, a priest thrown off the cliffs,
Everything happens for a reason says the young woman tour guide.
I buy a pot from her mother.
The circle is the family that holds it all together.
Not my family, from which I barely escaped with my life.
Everything happens for a reason.
The arrows in the city of the sky
Point within.
Where space is born each moment.
In this astonishing game of hide and seek, each body hides a soul.
Each soul hides You.
Across the street in the schoolyard a small brown boy in red shorts and a red T-shirt runs a small circle,
then runs and runs, spiraling out a little each time.
The force of his exuberance widening his circuit.
Life force.
Yesterday the PE teacher had some kids, maybe third grade, lined up along the chain-link fence.
Shaming them, yelling, The kindergarteners do better than that. Whatever that was.
They stood, approximating stillness, bouncing off the fence, twisting, jostling,
perhaps longing to dash about in ever widening circles to
find You, wherever You are, hiding in plain sight.
The cat asleep in the middle of the bed, leaving her dander I noted.
Deeply, for hours. I nudged her,
you have to share.
As she stirred
a tiny
brilliant
blue
spark entered her body
she stretched and looked at me.
Oh, that’s what those are. The light within answers always, in due time.
Nothing is as it seems.
Each body hides a soul.
I am forced to rely on the light within.
Otherwise everything goes wrong.
Such freedom. To be completely myself.