'Nothing Less'

Can you, will you, step
out of this incessant

thought-stream

and hear now
the simmering

murmur of silence

awakening within
the great Silence?

The shy meadow
and limber, grazing
fawn of early Autumn

nestle deep inside
the tangled bracken
and golden forest.

They patiently await
your full unfurling
here, want nothing

less than your blazing,
broken, wholehearted
life.