Life Transformed.....

Every one of us is crying out
to be transformed into art:
I mean Love as Life, in us
at last — when the blue sky
tumbles down to kiss our body;
and the sun stretches out
his golden arms to hug us
so exuberantly that at day’s end
the insides of our skin shines.
Some people are so tender
in their hearts that their eyes
brighten with tears at the mention
of God… or a carefree child,
or the plight of poor desert women.
There is a knowing that goes far beyond
old tribal grievances and religions.
There is a song that can only be sung
when sighed into the heart of wind,
or with lips to earth, whispered down
cracks into the dark, or laughed
into the unknowing ears of infants.
There is a dance that can only be danced alone,
when you are naked and nothing can touch you
but the breath of God’s sky.
I know the radiant fingers that formed galaxies,
and that moon, and these trees
are able to form a human heart
in such a way that birds will wish
they could give up the sky
to come live within a cage
made of rib bones
just to be near that heart’s
silent singing in Light.