breathe, breathe deep,
pause the walking way,
and lookup,
lookout on all.
how shall we approach,
the father (in prayer)?
how shall we lay aside?
structure and the murder of in-learned belief?
the gang of rules?
how shall we come without agenda?
without menu?
without the dictionary of desire?
approach in trust,
step,
step for a moment outside of this broken world,
step into mystery.
I pray,
silence me, silence me, silence me,
let us listen with the stars themselves,
let's listen with the ocean wave,
watch with the mountains,
for ,
the breath, the presence of ,
the one who loves ,
the one who called,
the one who chose,
now
close to you
Thomas Poe
24/01/2020
before the pestilence descended :-0
Oxford
