Living in the Bones

Child of mystery, you are
a force of Nature,
thunder and lightning and the
gentle spring rains.

No quirk of destiny,
your banquet was prepared from a
cosmic melting pot of contradiction.
No course too acrid or sweet,
narrow or too steep,
Living in the Bones
draws from you a disposition to dig deep
into samplings of color and taste

Loosening your sensory floodgates
catches Beingness
a glimpse of Its own face,
the scent of Its joy,
hidden between inky folds of infinite space,
until this moment, unseen
but for the miracle of eight billion pairs of fresh eyes and
hands and hearts.

We humans may notice how little we notice
when not soaked in the drama of extremity,
life’s loudness, rattle and shake,
jostling each nerve into broad daylight,
whether throbbing ache or swelling gusts of laughter,
you are Living in the Bones.

Your life is not one endless mile of monotonous blacktop.
You fashion your road by walking it,
stepping past memories of troubled dreams and daring to bump against borders of human choice and divine puppetry.

Living in the Bones is grit
and rough curiosity.
Frailty exposed,
you raise courage to hold its gaze,
until it lets you go,
displaying the immaculate splendor within.