Beyond the Map

Today, O Mysterious One, I will burn this fearfully sketched map
On my brazier of my heart.
With bodhi-compass and open sails, always only just arrived,
I want to flow along in graceful trust, letting
Each encounter Reveal the Right Medicine, letting
Each impulse Augur what makes me Most Alive.
Beloved, guide me along the path of Holy Names,
Every syllable a stone between my destiny and my desire,
Every gathering a constellation of gifts,
Every moment a lesson,
A verdant terrain of blessings
Into which I will sow an endless field of gratitude.

Raleigh, 2014-04-06

Some nights - Rumi

Some nights, stay up till dawn
As the moon sometimes does for the sun.
Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way
Of a well, then lifted out into the light.

Something opens our wings. Something
Makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness.