who is that walking from the fog
I think it's God
coming out of a mystic's heart
coming out of tall pines
deep within canyon lines
of my own hand.
fierce as Lightning
gentle as Moth
cracked as Egg
breathing as Hummingbird
unwavering
as Buffalo.
You, were in me all along
singing tenderly
from,
then into
a basin of blue
this woman's eye
the entire sky
of us.
I surrender
I surrender, Great Spirit.
God, what keeps you out
and keeps me in
has passed through
the screen door
as rain.
There is a name
for the empty place
in the heart of us
to be filled
with grace -
The God Hole.