Labyrinth Late Autumn

Circle with me

while the world

is waking up to

first frost on ribs

of trees tilting with

heavy emptiness

beneath the North

Star guiding this

morning’s pilgrimage

into stillness as calm

as the silent bodies

of bees resting, finally

resting forever on brown 

flowers outside their hives.

Center with me here:

“I Am” means God is

present in what is

now ever-moving

like a river that 

touches everything

wounded and healing

under blue, open sky

widening into what

winter’s vast wisdom has

to teach us about beautiful

opportunities in between

dying and being reborn.

You’ve always had today’s infinite

qualities of crisp, silver light within you.