Buddha Steps # 8

the trees are alive!
even in the dead of winter,
if you're still,

you can feel their pulse,
waiting....
chainsaws and axes,
matches and hearth.

you are alive!
just below your numbness,
if you're still,

you can feel your pulse,
waiting...
chainsaws and axes,
matches and hearth.

God is alive!
just beyond your conceptions,
if you're still,

you can feel eternity's pulse,
waiting...
chainsaws and axes,
matches and hearth.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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