Spring at Santa Sabina - Ruah Bull
On my first retreat
I brought a suitcase full
of books on silence
And sat entranced
by pages and pages
on mindfulness, mysticism.
,
I didn't hear the fountain glisten
or smell unfolding purple
or notice cool bands of moving shadow.
If every creature is a Word of God
This one was loud
luminous, insistent.
I don't know what she said
but her feet were so small,
her wings diaphanous with speed.
The garden around me
within me
awakens.
