Everything All At Once
A prayer to everything
Channeling my inner Walt Whitman, I think?
Exploring some different styles of poetry as I find myself in constant inward and outward movement.
I hope these words may evoke the vitality from which they emerged—and maybe inspire a moment of ecstatic appreciation for the present moment in which we are, all of us, always, everywhere, immersed.
A prayer to everything, all at once
When I say ‘There is god in everything,’ maybe, what I really mean is: There is life in everything In the wanting and the having and the grief and the triumph the austere and the lush the refined and the wild— in the discipline and in the letting go Oh, river and mountain and incandescent moon, Let me have all of it When I say, ‘There is life in everything,’ maybe, what I really mean is: I am alive. I dance, I sing, I fight, and I am alive. I sit, I think, I do nothing, and I am alive. I am or am not ‘myself,’ and I am alive. Every second of every day until the river stops. Yes, fire and air and slippery earth in my open, reaching hands, Let it mean something, anything, everything. Let this rabid blood flow towards meaning— and bring me with it. When I say, ‘I am alive,’ maybe, what I really mean is, I am. This whole existence a verb, consummated in every action. A single, brilliant explosion cast through the prism of this body— was not and will never be again A fantastical, ever-rolling present What more could I ask for? I am already here in it