If i could do these things

if i were the air

i would breathe life into the 

dry parts of your garden

that have not been tended to

if i were formless

i would move thru all barriers

shed

light on your false wanderings

and dry your flowing tears

if i were unchanging

i would sit outside your window

like a mountain

in steady beauty as the passing shadows

dance around

and the night sky dissolves
giving way to color and light

if i were a river 

i would wander to your gate 

wash into your door

and bring you to your true mother

the deep mysterious ocean 

if i could fly

i would soar to the heights of space

perch on a branch and sing of the heart

so that you could hear it 

when you sit on the porch in the evening

and have tea

if i were the wind

i would call at your window

my song of emptiness

with a howl and a shake

so that you are startled

and shaken out of your dream

if i were the flowers

i would waft my fragrance near you

when you walk by

sweet and warm in the night air

and for a moment 

you would forget yourself

and sit on the big rock a while

so welcoming

gazing out into the evening sky

if i were the path

i would beckon you

through your experience that brings sorrow

to come to me

and begin 

and be a wanderer

a mystic

in search of truth

so that you could find happiness

and peace everlasting

these are just some of the things i would do

if i could

but i cannot

as i am not the doer

and do not move anything

this is the job of grace

come to know it

dear one

this is where the magic is.....