Learn to be at Om
with poverty.
Now spread your
empty circle
over town and forest,
distant hills dissolving
into clouds that
veil the moon.
Enfold Her
in your zero of grace.
Let the unfathomable
hollow of your bones
un-star the night.
Kiss two horizons in
a center-less exclamatory
"O," of which all things
that shimmer in this
earthly chaos are
the echos... stone and
flower, grazing elk,
alfalfa meadow,
road unraveling refugees,
cities spiraling to iron
dust in slow motion.
Hear the weeping
deep in silence
and become intimate
with the splendor of
the golden void.