even here the earth shakes
the trees I know, the shadows I know, the rain I know
it has stopped now,
as the sun pushes through the pines,
the air resounds with
the sounds of creeks, birds, and wild water;
the quails whistle in the wet bushes,
a silly noise, to be delighted in only because
it is the voice of the moment,
then, a sudden aloneness,
within that wordless union;
I close my eyes and sink into this watered world
of which I am a part,
and the world lives on,
with me in it,
for I am not alien to it…….
what I do is live…….how I pray is breathe