I’m over here.
No, not there.
To the left and slightly north of the cigarette butts.
No, not the mountains.
No, not the red van with shiny wheels
It’s me. The brown leaf.
I’ve got a few things to say to you, life lessons, so to speak, so listen and listen good.
(Please note that leaves do not use good grammar, and while I am fastidious, grammatically speaking, I am quoting The Numinous Leaf and will present the words verbatim. Now back the The Numinous…)
First, you will be moved by forces beyond your control.
heels that crush
cigarette butts that burn
Second, you will be useful but not in the ways you think.
(So did Jonah, Jesus and Martha)
Third, you used to have a very different life from the one you now have.
Fourth, most of the time others think you’re just dead.
or simply don’t think of you at all
Fifth, there will always be things around you that people will notice before they notice you.
more lovely things
Finally, never forget
resurrection comes after death
stems are important
use lotion and sunblock to avoid dry skin
stay connected to the vine if at all possible
get proper nourishment
WAIT, that wasn’t the end.
Consider the lilies.
Lazarus, come out!
Little girl, get up!
AND I am the beginning and the end.
So you see. It’s not over yet.
(This poem? voice? lyric? emerged from the walking meditation assignment given by Richard Rohr on April 8, 2010. The assignment went like this:
1. Find a place to sit. let your eyes focus on one single object until you stop saying: “This is silly.”
2. Choose not to judge the object. Don’t like or dislike it, don’t state a preference. Be aware of the beginnings of joy.
3. Dare to listen to the object – what does it have to say to you? Be aware of the beginnings of love for the object
4. Be aware of a contented spaciousness – non-dual consciousness – aware of a kind of connectedness and belonging – a non-acquisitive instinct.)