Nothing Less

Can you, will you, step
forth from thought-stream’s

incessant distraction

to place both ears where

you hear a quiet
simmering, murmurs

of awakening from numb

slumber within this great

spacious Silence?

A shy meadow
where a limber fawn
grazes in early Autumn

nestles deep inside

the tangled bracken,
the golden forest of

your chest.

Today patiently awaits
your full unfurling,
wants nothing

less 

than your attention,

your blazing 

broken, 

wholehearted life.