I Have Changed this Morning

(Gratitude to Rumi and Max Richter's 'Recomposed: Vivaldi's Four Seasons) Eight perfect mourning doves like plump baked potatoes ready to pop in a barren linden tree whispering secrets low-hum coo

"There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground"

even if one lives in the trees my belly aches to hear their dreams

Just moments earlier in bed with the Earthquake Man his big careful hands run along my body

"You must ask for what you really want"

oh we have found ourselves in such places lately vertical terrain with no holds or so we thought This morning I am in a rush we are always rushing just the way it is His hands find my skin the long stretch of my back I realize I'm not actually here already planning my day But this moment is right here there is such wholeness here

"...hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground"

I stop

Breathe

"Don't go back to sleep"

Feel....feel his hands move along my spine down my thighs close my eyes hear his breath feel my brain open release love, presence, safety with this man safety with this man love with this man I love this man

"Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you truly love"

Still moments later on the road in traffic we are all moving silently

"Across the doorsill where the two worlds touch"

as if in a dance sometimes not all of us remembering the moves a fender-bender along the side of the road standing next to the car that has been hit the father of a classmate of my younger son's this man's bushy eyebrows a dead giveaway even without my glasses I notice I'm smiling

"and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance"

I smile not because of his misfortune on this morning but because he has always reminded me of Animal from Sesame Street the most kind, genuine and amazed man he is smiling at the woman who has rear-ended him he is gently gesturing for her to pull over so others can move by

"Let the beauty you love be what you do"

Now I am sitting at the Subaru dealership waiting for four new tires headphones on my mind moving between worlds listening to Max Richter's blasphemous beauty a recomposition of Vivaldi's Four Season's using the technology and understanding discovered by dub artists and DJs

"Across the doorsill where the two worlds touch"

I glide between worlds

watching people navigate a complex coffee machine drop off pick up the bold adventure of Mr. Richter's has most surely raised the ire of the those who would imagine the world should not change that a good thing is always good and a bad thing, always bad

It changes every moment

I change every moment

It is only 8:30 and I have already changed this morning

A thousand fold