“Open the door,” says my guiding one,
Keep opening.
Let in the tiny feathers, the snowflakes, and the fog.
Let in the quiet of wet pine needles, standing herons,
and the gazes of newborn babes.
Let in the multitudes.
Oh, abundance, yes, multiplicity,
thousands of whelk eggs, of sand grains,
and mud dragons beneath.
World within world within world.
Let in the vastness, the closeness, the
endless paradox.
Let it in and let it out again,
the other side,
share the bounty.
Open the door and stand back
as it pours on through,
far beyond what can be named.