(photo from Earth Loving Lens – 2014)
Oh my beloved,
how you jest.
Of course I can find you
in the dishes and the washing.
The minding and the mending.
You are there in all of my efforts
and all egoic failings/fallings.
You are with me-
Not only when I am bowing on
my knees, with forehead kissing Earth.
Or when I am pleasing
or praying with perfect tone.
Absent my love is not.
You have tickled me again.
In quiet laughter,
a discovery.
It is my own departures
that I must tend to.
For you are always there
to be found.
