One Meadow

One Meadow

I walk the sorrow road of no man’s land, engaged
in nature’s strangest conversations.

Through bamboo forests, wide, wide plains and vineyards
ripe with fruit, full of unawares I, in your mind-field, also
bloom in the flowers of one meadow.

Everywhere, this province journey; its long wings
of indication lengthen where I seek humanity, peace,
intelligent forms and the Grace of Resurrection.

Still you remain in darkness; painting egos white
as I lay lifeless; curled shapeless, in shapeless night.
Shadows winding through the afternoon; praise laden
with fragility and strength; unwearied, I rejoice in life,
grateful for your every blessing…

And you, in my very marrow, live painless and singing;
each morning and twilight before sleeping and eating
And because of your rising song, I sing of what matters;
people, the earth, the mountains, birds, wind, the trees,
water, the fish of the sea, fire, the sky and the bees.

Deborah Russell, © 2007