~ For Michael Crain and Kentucky, July 2019

When the fear of falling drops away — FLY —

whisper romance and friendship and possibility

to the heavy green trees that line the winding hill roads,

to the grayed stone sentries that guard the old church yard

in those un-famous non-highway towns of Kentucky.

When the fear of falling drops away — FLY —

whisper every pain and loss and fear your soul carries

to the deep soft big-bladed field of grass near the barn,

to the Hawk singing and circling and gliding the church sky

in the crossroad villages and green landscapes of Kentucky.

When the fear of falling drops away — FLY —

whisper ache and need and love and laughter

to the heavy murky fast-current water of the Ohio River,

to the old carved theater and the city walls of deep red brick

in the bluesy cozy historic dirty gentle-pulse city of Louisville.

When the fear of falling drops away — FLY —

whisper the deepest needs and wants and wishes of your heart

to the gentle rain tripping and tapping on statues and street poems,

to the painted horse, the jazz music playing, and the sweet dark fudge

in the loving sweet-space where impossible became possible in Kentucky.

When the fear of falling drops away — FLY — LOVE — TRUST

The cloud-laced ocean-blue skies will hear you and carry you

Home.

There is the space of being

between the dark and the light,

that vast ocean of Presence

hidden within a Crevice.

If you stop for the sound of nothing,

when stillness beckons you home,

you will know me said The Divine.

You cannot learn me, see me, feel me,

touch me — There

in that space of Otherness

I Live. You cannot hold me,

eat me, drink me, but

seek Me — There

in the Crevice between

night and day, light

and dark, good and bad,

heat and cold, God and Satan —

Duality evaporates, Oneness

beckons. The tears stop flowing

and Illusion cracks and falls away.

The Mother and Child —

God and I — Lover and Loved

disappear. What remains?

One Space — One Being — One Truth

Flowing Eternal.