Vessels
By Armando Ortiz
We are a collection of thoughts and memories
our bodies are vessels sensing reality,
Domes are an eye to the universe
inside and through them you see the world,
Constellations glow in the night sky
and the four winds never die.
Enter the reed hut
exit the underground sweat,
Reexperience your birth
following the daily cycles,
The moon moving from the east
sunsets along the western horizon,
The dizzying swirl of the universe
walking on holy ground in our life.
The moment is sacred and eternal
vessels receiving everything sensed,
The earth is cool to the touch
shade of oaks protect us from the heat,
The tree bears fruit
wild flowers wither.
Leaves turn brown in the garden
seeds get buried underground,
Stone cathedrals show human genius
canyon walls speak to open hearts,
Mundane eyes see the sacred everywhere
clay pots getting filled by life and time.
We are a collection of the experiences
deciding what to filter and what to let in,
Turning past events into thoughts,
feelings churning into action
Meant to be here now,
experiencing the infinite miracle.
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