Humbled, silenced,
Brought to a place of stillness, a place of ancient knowing,
In the presence of the Rock of Ages,
In contact with all possibility, in and out of everywhere and everything
Where n’er a word need more be said,
Beyond all language and concept
I sit, in the poetry, immersed in the field of the One Song
With all in the All.
Here the hummingbird comes to me
And brings to me a feeling that I can not chain with definition,
The experience of soul, temporarily separated
In being human for a moment,
Recognising its self,
Seeing that recognition of self same soul in the eyes of an other:
In love is our meeting.
On folded knees and with bowed heads is this feeling
That embraces, then surpasses all meaning.
She accepts my sea hair and my unshorn barbarian bear body.
South to North in her toes and the roots of her brown hair,
She is disguised as woman of the fecund earth;
Horns of the ravenous sky in her fertile belly and her elfin elbows,
West to East in the line of her brow and the curve of her smile,
Her tanned skin wrapped in ocean kisses and salty wavecurl submersions.
The arches of her small feet are the stirrups of Gaia’s liquid hot deep gold,
Blood and soil pulsing up through her thin blue veins, climbing
Up into her, filling her, driving her
As she flits here and there, hovering motionless with wings beating,
Beating in rhythm with the invisible frequencies of ethers moving into matter,
Attending her flowers with the exquisite care and intensely focused love
Of one who is doing the work of examining the compass of her heart
And has chosen to trust it, beyond ego, beyond belief,
No matter which way it points.
And it pointed to my cave, and into my cave she floated,
Landed on my nose, and woke me up from long hibernation.
Here we sit now, over tea -
Honest bear and honourable hummingbird -
Waking up the dormant dolmens and ritual spaces
As Gaia herself yawns and stretches off her deep slumber.
And all we do is share with each other the honey we’ve gathered,
These years of our humble lives.
It is the nectar of the universe,
All cosmic process, intricate gifts of geometry,
All stories condensed to a singe epic tale, this book,
This page, this paragraph, this word,
The first and eternal sound held in our wild animal soul.
It is god and goddess holding each other
Fiercely, tenderly, singing,
Learning how to dance again
In this house once filled with dark loneliness.
We can see the stars
And we can see we are made of them.
