Waking during the night; not quite knowing where--or who--I am. How do we ever know if it's this life or the next? Am I turning somewhere into rain....or grass? Are my beloved crows already picking at my bones? Have I loved well enough.. been thankful enough...plunged the depths enough...dared enough....let everything just be enough?? The night sounds soothe me. The beloved darkness breathes with me. There is a great company holding hands inside me: contentment and loneliness, peace and yearning, desire and satisfaction...grief and joy; all wedded past distinction. And beyond all this, some mysterious Song of infinite beauty weaves all around me. I can't tell where it stops and I begin....
Reconciliation