Love is the mind’s way of creating nature.
Falling in it is the mind’s way of creating eternity.
I step into the yard at dawn.
Dew on my shoes.
Dogs sniffing the ground
because they know the score.
A crow on the roof
screams its claim on the day.
The fig vine climbs the fence
because that is what it does.
I stand there
feeling the world push back.
Not hard.
Just true.
Love shows up the same way.
A thought that becomes a vine
and then keeps growing.
And when you fall into it,
you fall clean.
Time opens.
You follow.
