Devotional faith inside awareness

The oak tree in the cherry season
smiling back at you,
with a heart around the Sun
the stars are dreaming free
in her complex agony,
the Earth is carrying it so gracefully,
reflecting a temple flying high
in disproportional catatonic greed.

You can’t teach manners
when you haven’t got them
completely back,
it’s a crazy little thing
called Love,
inside,
nothing to gain,
just be
the bliss, the beatitude
beyond the mind
of the meek,
the silence
the infinite sounds
of dark and light
the eternal heartbeat,
here and now.

The first civilization still ahead,
the next prophetess coughing blood
in her celestial bed.

Who is it that is searching there
inside these silly reflections of the mirror machine?
I thought I heard you calling
through the wires of the web.

Searching became an industry.