Maybe there is nothing beyond
the four walls of today,
or maybe there is everything.
Either way, you will find neither
right now.

Trudging through the woods,
heavy with loss, clumsy with grief,
lugging my sadness up the trail,
the forest reminds me how full
my heart has been, how much joy
it has held, how well it has loved,
how wide it has opened,
and I move forward,
light with understanding,
graceful with gratitude.

That magic hour when the sun
exchanges yellow for gold
as the day tiptoes away
and everything becomes softer,
gentler, slower, suspended somehow
between coming and going,
starting and stopping,
living and dying,
inviting you to slip silently
into the sweet glow of now.