What Holds Us

It seems we are asked by love

or forced by experience to sit

with what it means to be alive

until we deepen into what holds

us. At first we might feel the self

like a rock packed in the earth after

a long rain. Then we might deepen

into the heart of the Universe like

a star shedding its watery light in

the night sea. Even this might

give way till we seem to flutter

like a baby bird in the hand of

God. In the deepest sitting God

might feel like a baby bird flutter-

ing in your hand. And then there

may be no you, no hand, no God.

Then all of God may be in you.