Come

Come, step with me

into Springtime’s waterfall….

Will you part this wet curtain and

breathe deeply of simple

replenishment?

Feel yourself inside watery molecules

and freely fall into liquid pleasure.

Generously radiate this cool

mist of yourself into the damp

soil and lacey ferns of April.

Give the enduring Douglas firs

and streambed hugging alders

a deep drink of your life. They offer

you welcoming beyond thought’s

drought, these tired habits of rightdoing

and wrongdoing. Those false seasons,

dried out categories you wish

to leave behind.

Come, step with me where

fullness flows, all ways, all times.