SPIRITUAL EYES

And, when I quiet; become still and pray,

it is as if a fine layer of cloud/ a mist/ through damped morning Forest

covers my eyes and I travel to heaven leaving what is seen 

to become unseen.  

        Through the veil, my heart greets him

and, at once, I hum.

We know the words, which falling effortlessly, drop as dew upon blue-blades.

Commingling, we enter deep through the fogginess, 

loving the other through gray invisibilities of 

delight/standing outside Time.

O!  Prayer: sheath of silence/ pall of Holiness; stay Now with me.  Let 

me live among your fecund bogs; your greeny trees: motionless, open-mouth & mute

witnessing to your grand Love!