Magical Window

Midnight, not sleeping, spring air scents

The window above my bed is wide
The window washes me in such a scent
I cannot place but completely remember
Yosemite, Mackenzie, rio hondo outside of Taos
It’s none of those but my nose knows
Maybe is a rosemary encrusted
Chateaubriand roasting
Or the petrichor of all the love
That has been rained down on us
There’s a note in it of ozone from where
Lightning flashed the beach sand to glass
It is the sweetgrass before a sweat lodge
It is the sweet smell of birth
Emergent, see?
It’s the master telling me everything I need
Everything I ever wanted to hear
All the secrets of the universe
In a language I’ve never heard before!

Of course it must be so
The words I know will only go
So far. (I haven’t even begun to exhaust that yet) indeed I almost forgot to exhale
And that of course is also a part
For what is receiving without giving?
Both heads and tails are silver coin!

In Her breath the lace curtain kisses my head
Thank you brain for thinking
But this is beyond all that now

Now merely breathe, and allow