From a warm house I looked
through windows to the street
and saw Orion rising
with shimmering, fiery feet
But blurred, he stilted, stammered
Behind a dirty pane
Through cloth and curtain moving
Old, musty, stale and stained
From a warm and smoke-filled house I walked
and left half-hearted conversation
Mumbled, grumbled, garnered
and I rose in exultation
Away from hoards of syllables, reused and recycled
Exchanging hot air for cold
I took the path once traveled
By the mystic hearts of old
I took the path once traveled
By the mystic hearts of old
Orion dancing clearer now
over empty fields of white
pregnant as a seed with possibility
my own feet took their flight
my own feet took their flight
And into the dark with eyes now seeing
I moved over cold and wintery scenes
Not with mind but heart now steering
I left that house behind
…. and finding nothing
discovered Everything.
discovered Everything.
The Heart of Things 