quantum fields and feathers

“Every thing that lives is holy, life delights in life.” ~ William Blake

Trace kindness to its dark roots.
Do not fear for stars, stories, death and genes are kin.
Nature combs into its weave your sorrow and joy alike, my dear.
Doctors, killers, poets, farmers, gamblers and priests arise in flock.
We are that and know little and live through all that seeks flight.

Such kindness in the real to dream
Of daffodils, sorrow, moons and martens, a solar eclipse!
In a universe that knows itself alone in all its expressions
Kindred are all children boundless as yet.
They are flowers and foxes and they are no thing at all.

Unfold kindness through your questions.
Where do mathematics live or the number pi?
What is language beyond neurology or information?
What is the fabric of meaning or the intuition of love?
The world turned to its origins intimates, perhaps, an answer.

Admit with tenderness an infinite kindness
In giving names and forms to the vast unknown.
We stand forever at the edge of a void invited in wonder.
We try so hard to impress.
Yet a Mozart sonata wells only from silence into beauty.

Real is the kindness in all you perceive.
Acorns, pear trees, sapphires, sage leaves, sufferings and sonnets:
They sweep through the universe in one jubilant song.
And all this is seen by awareness alone, welcome.
Be then a lover in love with love: what else is left for you to live?

The spool and unspool of worlds is infinite kindness.
Wheat fields, cicadas, fishes, kisses, quantum fields and feathers.
Hug tight this reality that isn’t until, after all, it is.
And so utterly adored by itself.
Listen to your innocence and listen to your deepest longing.

That you bear witness to this at all.
That all this is, that all this can be lived, my heart.
What are we but rain drops and rivers and eternity?
Entangle forever kindness with the dance on the rim.
Here is the face of the Beloved and light upon light.

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