Wild Taste

A shimmering stillness emerges 

suddenly, sensuously

within day’s fretting and toil and task,

juicy marrow penetrating the bones

and breath of our lives as all glistens 

and sings in outpouring radiant quietude --

body and world bathing in calm,

a buoyant space of allowing 

without judgement or speech,

where ravens, pepper trees, rosebushes,
stones, and people strolling or sitting alone
become fabric woven from light 
into this single carpet of shine....

no separation nor need for thought to dissect

this mystery of wholeness risen from root,

nor extraneous words, well-intentioned but paltry,

this attempt to describe and to trace 
an everywhere and nowhere of place 
in lines such as these--

faintly imperfect reflections birthed 
from one wild, wholehearted taste--

this ever present, freely given,
luminous foundational grace.