The path to God
is the science of perception
beyond words.
Even the holiest verses
of the Vedas and Qu'ran
won't take you there.
But if you gaze quietly
into a bursting flower
something will also open
deep in you.
Wander into the soft
at the fractal edges
of a rose.
Get lost in the valleys,
perish in the curved
horizon of a white magnolia.
Just for an evening,
just for an hour,
just for the time it takes
to breathe one breath,
see creatures without
their names.
Be empty and look
into the heart of silence.

Photo by Kristy Thompson