In a handful of God.
Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.
When your truth forsakes its shyness.
When your fears surrender to your strengths.
You will begin to experience the all-existence.
Is a teeming sea.
Of infinite life.
In a handful of ocean water.
You could not count all the finely tuned musicians who are acting stoned for very intelligent and sane reasons and,
Of course,
Are becoming extremely sweet and wild.
In a handful of the sky and earth.
In a hand full of God.
We cannot count all the ecstatic lovers who are dancing there behind the mysterious veil.
True art reveals there is no void or darkness.
There is no loneliness to the clear-eyed mystic in this luminous,
Brimming,
Life.