Beyond me is a blue, fathomless Sky,
I know the Divine is there, without asking why.
Out beyond our ideas of right and wrong,
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other do not make any sense.
Hiding in this cage
of visible matter
is the invisible
She is singing
People walk so carefully to avoid the thorns,
And yet, we have been wounded by flowers.