The ego doesn’t need to die
The mind doesn’t need to die
The will doesn’t need to die
Nothing needs to die
Something’s dying to be born
Something’s dying to float
Like milkweed on a sudden gust of wind
Something’s yearning to emerge
From warm, golden earth
With colors you have barely even dreamed
And songs that set your broken heart to singing
Let what’s longing carry you away
Lean into what’s always been alive
Pray to what is pouring from your eyes
Blind me with your shining beacon beauty
Bow to this for just one fleeting breath
And all these things you think you have to kill
Will become wishing wells
And holy men
And sparrow song in the soft summer twilight
For Unto Us This Day in the City of David
Consortium for Presence-Centered Healing and Transformation © 2008 Rhonda Mattern
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