It’s here, upon the threshold…

—hallowed (hollowed) spaces—
Thresholds are lurking in between

where veils are thin indeed

It’s here that we discover
the Shine of unseen presences
wait for us on the way.

We’ve chosen to attend the call
of our elysian journey
whether it long desired
or if it struck unbidden
like lightning from the hidden

We court holy disruption
just asking to be broken
and laboring to break
ourselves forever open wide
arriving in transition

We do confess this molten truth:
old structures have imploded
the old ways, habits, patterns
no longer serve to fill us
no matter how we gorge…
for the old has listless fallen off
And the new?  Not yet emerged.

We put the Powers on notice
we’ve come to risk and open
ourselves, we’ve stopped our grasping
our frantic desperate scrabbling
for how things used to be,

We invoke every mystery chance
to change course, change perspective
And drain the unexpected cup
communion bread and wine
of earth, and of Sublime

We say yes! Take these moments
the journey takes us on
we become pilgrims, we resist
the siren call seductive
of mundane muddy matters

We feel it! things are changing
we hear the invitation
to open up ourselves and reach
Beyond, to mystery waiting

We walk into unknowing,
allow ourselves to shatter,
to be broken wide open
to receive gifts far bigger
than our tiny flat perspective
could even start to ponder…

Back home again we shall arrive

(perhaps before we’ve started
perhaps when we’ve departed)

we, salmon selves, return to us
in dawning spawned awareness
of the rooting inner journey
And what is left, remaining?

a deep,
abiding presence