The Gaze

Sometimes you have to stop
being the reformer
of every inequality, every injustice,
and heal the earth by
holding it all in your arms
just as it is.
You have to go to the woods
and listen to the constant song
of a Swainson's thrush
spiraling out of deep
green shadows to meet
the golden stream that
recreates us each morning.
You have to bend like a blade
of selfheal or fleabane,
and gaze into Venus's
Yes, dear one, this sounds
so selfish,
but it's the name of a wild flower,
after all, in whose purple void
you may gaze beyond yourself
into creation's source.
This is the gaze that reforms

Photo: Venus' Looking-Glass