Spring rain can set the woods aflame
With that most gentle and successful fire
That lights with life itself the bark that slept
In meditation, waiting
Green fire as intense and yet diffuse as love
That quickens and yet calms
More constant than the moon and stars
In transformation, waking.
I’ve walked the forests in the sun
And dreamt the dreams of these warm trees
Their leaves so firm and quaking
I’ve kicked the brown mold on the ground
To send its scent, ascending.
But it’s in the warmish rain of spring
With the whole world still and waiting
This softest fire sets alight
A deep internal reckoning.
This green must burn my heart to ash
No separation lasting
It’s soft blaze sears away all lies
Its beauty, unrelenting