Miracle

Winter sunset, looking north from Santa Cruz Lighthouse

Miracle

11/30/01

Some mornings it can't be contained,

thunderbolts burst through fingertips

arms raised to moon, stars, the heavens,

as inhaled breath expands the heart

fills it with joyous ecstasy beyond reason

in surge of present moment realization

that sparks smiling laughter from Abundance,

the epiphany of connection to All as One,

standing boundary-less, dissolved in rapture,

becoming the veil of marriage between

worlds physical and ethereal, united,

in eyes witnessing Life's omnipresence

and one's sudden place in it's river flow,

rising up, through our every action,

whether awake to the Mystery or not,

we are channel for mastery or madness

a liquid energy in jeweled chalice of creation

born new each day from death like slumber

to stir ourselves again into the mixture

while practicing the alchemy of Merlin,

we awaken to God and Goddess inside

each opportunity to heal wounded separation

and melt salve over divisiveness for wholeness,

strengthening the sinew and muscle of cooperation

increasing the web and basket to hold Potential,

the knowledge of miracle in all things done alone or together.