Fields of Light

Fields of light…

And what do they look like anyways?

Rows, bandwidths of flowers,

Swaying in a rainbow colored breeze?

Sharp and playful bands of color

We have no name for?

Sing to me tales of the moon,

The time before time and light,

Where the manifold dimensions

Were all but One

And no concept of multitudes

Pervaded All That Is.

Speak to me Now of the

Voice that knows

No throat,

No tongue.

No mouth.

Voice with no end to sound,

And, yet, simultaneously,

No end to silence.

Tell me of the divine trinity taken form,

The roots, trunk and branches

Of the Tree of Life,

The three in one

Infinitely expressed,

Drinking from the wellsprings of sunlight,

From a living well of water that

Knows only how to love.

And when you have put

This miracle of expression

Into words, to form,

Let your lips rest in silence.

Move not your mind,

Yet let your heart wander far,

Protected in the centered

Power of I AM.

And then I will dance for you,

In thanks for all you have done

And have yet to do.