the barrier of noumenon-phenomenon transcended
the circle momentarily complete
—Lenore Kandel
Step out onto the road
when the car can no longer
drive forward. The scent
of rain and mud hits the whole
of you like an olfactory prayer
in which you are the rain,
the gray mud, the washed out road
the road beyond the wash
the prayer and the one praying.
If you don’t think about
where you are going,
there is infinite pleasure
in the here of it all, the water
surging, the darkened sky,
the rising feeling that everything
is deeply connected, the urge
to whisper love into every cactus,
snakebrush, stone and ditch,
the urge to weep, the urge to laugh,
and the gurgle that happens inside us
when all of these urges collide.
How alive we are, my god,
how alive, how thin the veils
between us and heaven.