A bird across the hall talks in chirps cheerfully to morning alone…
a piano playing, through another door wants out;
someone unseen stitching seams in Silence in a studio down below is
perhaps an angel making our forever clothes-at least i hope in her atelier
she is clothing us as the birds at least…
For, God is always preparing our clothes in winter…as we must know by now!
(and, someone has been stitching fabric here for hundreds of years-
today is just a present echo of That Silence).
The gold fish below, move slowly, almost lurchingly, in winter ponds beneath
the bare fig tree, and a sheen layer of Winter’s ice. The gulls and church bells cascading together overhead, as
the little black headed finches chirp and shrill,
searching for fresh sprigs towards Spring. Someone surely is painting- for the sound of concentration is nearby too. The application of color
is clearly in the air!
And even the workers drilling new holes, and smoothing some cement surface, are in their own way, constructing new foundations for us,
a new cool acoustic for us to walk upon, and discover ground again.
Good to be with
so many friends simultaneously present today, regardless.
Every single sound in this endless building, this
enormous room we live in together,
is allowed in by Love today
every single silent or singing ringing stitch of it
is somehow a gift formed for me today
as I listen in Love from above.