Embodied Spirit

Up before the sun and

To the ocean where the

Lazy curlers roll over

Flat sand and dive in

To watch the sky light

Up in red then orange,

Bright trail blazed over

My bobbing head, cool

Breeze blowing back the

Spray of the breakers.

On to Kings Park where

The crows the magpies

Get first dibs on the day

Before the black cockatoos

Descend. The bush quietly

Crackling as it wakes.

This world, this All, in

Holy communion, showing

Me that I fit, that I am

Part of this whole and this

Whole is part of me.

I do not know whither my

Life goes, it is a great

Unfurling of my soul inside the

Soul of the world.

I turn my troubles, my

Concerns, my wonders 

Great and Small

To Thee, 

In Thy Wisdom,

Thy all pervasive

Presence in everything that

Is and will be. I am

Thine to live out the best

Life I can for Thee.

And the world resumes its

Conversation with me, the magpie

Calling at my feet, the spirits

That walk beside me, the

Whispering voices carried in

Wind through the trees.

There is nothing to fear,

Nothing to desire.

This Universe is perfection and

You blessed.

This requires a lifetime, many

Lifetimes to live out, to

Embody the essence of a

World of Spirit.