Today my heart enlarges
the compass of the Sky.
The irrational world is
a hale fellow well met,
even the murky fertile
Unconscious is gregarious
sharing gifts with
Secrets, like modest
kisses offered explanations.
Oh splendid word splendid is
for describing my mood,
How entire this transformation,
Magic best not questioned
or analyzed.
Submerged and rising in an
uninterrupted moment,
a caramel dipped ice cream
cone handed to me by
My newest friend.
Introductions permitted but
depths unfathomable,
So no essay is brokered-
What is not needed
is not required.
Conquistador
And why not?
Discoverer, teacher, participant
In my soaring heart
Where the refrain of
My Song of Myself
now is accompanied by
Tolling bells and new light
flashes celebratory joy.
So many gifts-
Gifts to be re-gifted
As is the way
The Masters said
for the generous open
Heart, most especially
the Gifts with Secrets.
What can I say about
These gifts with secrets?
Only all that is revealed
By the promise kept,
All of all, in time.
January 7, 2010
