i said this is no crying matter

My shadow said to me:
what is the matter- Margaret Atwood


i said this is no crying matter
not to worry, dear shadow
as matter perishes like dust

matter moves more slowly
than time or space;  we need
to be patient, honour her ways

it matters to walk on cool wet grass
while morning sun strokes the new blue sky
with dreams tenderly tucked uppermost

dreamless, we do disintegrate
more quickly....into the welcoming earth

living life, as a seeker of silence
has no loopholes- as silence
celebrates all matter as it is

no frills, lace or  bow,
silence pulls you in
the drum roll you know

introducing a self you cry for
my shadow friend
who watches, knows:

psalms center our attention
along with the breath,
which had been on detention

to every thing that rings,
follow from its inception-
truth will then be

by your side, bringing
a comfort knowing
you are swinging by your tail

monkey shines upside down
in the black willow tree
at dusk, won't you follow

the pain is in the resistance;
once the owl winged decision happens
to fly..fortuitous formations are designed

i said this is no crying matter:
shadow creeps in her understanding-
shrinks in awe of snowy owl's lift off


Kate Lamberg
11/25/11