Building a Shrine
My life so far
Has been like
Trying to put a very large love
Through a pinhole.
I have tried to make myself
Small enough to fit into this world.
But finally the shell has rent in two,
And the shrine of my being has emerged.
We are guided home by an invisible thread-
One day the distance between the hole and ourselves
And then the love fits perfectly.
There is so much work to do in this world
When we could simply choose
To be ecstatically happy.
To take rocks and driftwood and build an altar
To all that is good inside of us-
And set our one