Be at one with nature.
Let its balance heal you –
nothing hurried, nothing wasted –
Life in all its ordinary splendour.

Be at one with the day –
growing, feeding, nurturing:
the vivid summer, the sparkling winter:
times for joy, times for reflexion.

Be at one with the night –
at rest, without anticipation –
sleep erasing tears and pain
in a velvet-coloured calm.

We are born: we die.
Be at one with that. Allow
the interval between to be
as wonderful as it naturally is.

The mystery of life
is bounded by the invisible
river of death; being and not being
a knife cutting the flow between

the quick and the dead – each conscious
minute a choice to live as light,
or fall back into darkness –
intention alone outliving ego.

Accepting that perfection
is a dynamic not a condition
frees us to follow the winding pathway
that leads -imperfectly- to self-acceptance.

Celebrate existence
by any name you wish.
Be at one with whatever
aspect of transcendence beckons.

O my heart – be at
one with the great heart, and so find the great key
that opens the door to the enchanted garden
beckoning toward your deepest dreams.