A Way In

I was looking for the thunder,

I expected the lightning

            Fast and clear,

The fire, burning up the sky. 

But no, by the river,

            Barely a whisper,

                        Almost an after thought

This is it.

This is all there is.

This, right now,

Is it.

I shrugged and looked away.

I slept most of the day and returned to the river

in the light of early evening.

The woods were still quiet

Uneventful,

Calm.

Under a tree, with a gathering of friends,

I realized:

            OK.  Yes.  This,

            Right now

            Is it.

And it seemed I could hear the One laugh…

            You thought this wasn’t enough?

 The pattern of green leaves

          framing the night sky

 The smell of blossoms on the breeze,

 The soft conversation between beloved friends

 The constant newness of every single day

            This isn’t enough Mystery,

                   Enough Divinity for you?

OK, OK.

This is it.

This is all there is.

            Shavuot

Upon the mountain

Along side the river.

A soft bell, a tinkling, a lilt

This, Right now

Is it.

I give thanks.

I give great thanks.