Turquoise

Turquoise in the dry desert
Looks like a clod of dirt.
Unless you break into
A seam of it,
Then it is brilliant
blue and alive
Squinting at the sun
For the first time in ever.
The things we walk among,
Unseen, treasures and
Miracles millennia in the making,
Underground,
Or slowly forming
From this moment’s thin air.

How do we maintain that awareness?
That the ground we walk on is holy,
Whatever you do
Whatever act
is your prayer in this world.
To be both strong and humble.
It’s ok to be still and quiet.
It helps to gather the power
And connect with…
You are part of the surroundings,
They are not yours.
Things will make themselves known
If you listen right.
With other than ears
But more a perspective,
An openness.

That

That space. Breathe there.
Deep into it.
That is yours,
Or rather,
You are its.
You,
as far as you can understand,
Are a conduit.