under your shelter, oh grace

this morning what was seen was a massive tree 

glorious in the morning light 

a glow of  golden light grew larger and larger underneath

it and coming thru it 

behind silhouettes of mountains dark and earthy

could be viewed 

the light beamed and looked like melting butter 

the glow grew larger and larger moving and changing 

shapes, so alive looking 

a form was seen walking towards the tree

and then stood under it viewing the lovely

display of networking of branches, leaves and tiny

buds of new life that grew from the solid structure 

the form sat down and is in meditation position

the leaves begin to fall like an artistry of colorful

green blowing in the wind and spiraling to the earth

there is pure silence around the scene 

the form is very still except for now and then looking up

at the light coming thru the branches making the leaves 

light up to a shade of delicate light green

a poem with this vision

fragrant as the meadow alive with scents 

and colorful beauty 

the world appears as a dream 

the one that comes to sit and be still 

in it's colorful wonder 

and listens to the rising and falling of 

sounds and manifestations of all sorts 

and listens to his thoughts that play about 

like mischievous waves on the ocean of 

life 

and hears them without wanting to alter them 

or personalize them 

and sees the transient nature of them 

and questions the identifications that bind 

one to believing that the body and mind are 

who and what you are 

that one can begin to travel deeper to the source 

little by little 

and 

earth, wind, fragrance of life 

pour out your honey into my cup 

and i will drink it as if it is my last 

opportunity to give myself to thee 

oh grace 

save this soul from desires that 

burn like a lantern that will not easily 

go out 

for i am one that is pure in wanting to know 

the real 

and i have sat here within your creations so 

heart achingly beautiful in the way of coming 

in color, style, fragrance, poetic verse of visual

delights that are transient in nature 

and i have lost myself to them to be happy

but i now am seated silent, holy, open to you

under the tree of your shelter that is a tapestry 

of living beauty that delights me so much 

i am not budging from this place in my 

heart until i find the source 

and die there to your blessings that rain 

their mercy on all