Scarcity and plenty are as much qualities of the mind and spirit
as they are of the economy.
I dream of you at night
spreading blue wings over the field
and soaking the feet of trees
in your coolness.
I hear your voice pouring
operatic into the canyon --
aqua santa, aqua santa
catching on weed and vine,
their chords so dry -- they rasp fire.
I feel your presence flooding
river and stream. My spine
becomes the spine of fish
chimed with rain song, a rippling current --
a rippling prayer.
I breathe and breathe again
through gills that expand into wings --
your wings spread even, spanning
coast and countryside. The stillness parted.
The moon white and feathered
by the mist. A gull that does not cry
as you turn my blood to water. My spirit
into one of your own.
During times of personal or physical dearth, we must remember what is missing. We must be grateful for its existenceeven at a distance. We must embrace its presence, dream ourselves into its soul, hear its voice, feel its heartbeat, become its essence. In that way, we evolve to a higher perception of its spiritual gift and content. We fill the void with an appreciation for what it is and how we can replenish through prayer and balance, humility and kinship.