I arose to the miraculous,
\ntrees, sky, air,
\nmy brothers and sisters,
\nlight, tension, thoughts rambling
\nthrough my soul.
\nEnchantment for which there is no name.
\nGod who is no name.
\nMix some Buddha, Gandhi, Jesus,
\nMandela and Einstein.
\nThe gentle woman down the street.
\nFathers, and everyone else
\nwho I cannot know
\nin my small country,
\nin the heartache that belongs to me.<\/p>\n
I will love them all
\nand call them God,
\nalong with pets and lizards,
\nmosquitos and fireflies.
\nCertainly birds and crocodiles,
\nwondrous, loving,
\nvast beyond dimension.
\nAnd then I will say a prayer,
\nGod, I love you,
\nbeing all these things,
\nand everything beyond imagination.
\nAnd I return everything I am
\nto you,
\ndust mote in the air,
\nwishing you passionate love,
\nand joy everlasting.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I arose to the miraculous, trees, sky, air, my brothers and sisters, light, tension, thoughts rambling through my soul. Enchantment for which there is no…<\/p>\n