The Spark
Sometimes
when you round a bend
or come over a crest
the word you use for divinity
will wake in your heart and fly
through your mouth urgently
out into the universe.
This is the spark
that shows your own life
has struck against the great life
like flint on steel.
There will be a certain clarity
of space, with every mountain range,
every tree, every blade of grass,
every glistening water droplet or grain of sand
distinct
yet wedded at the core.
Don’t cling to this experience.
Don’t put your bread on the shelf
so you can admire it.
Eat it fresh.
Digest it.
Let it become who you are.
