crushing into dust

There are times when we will be asked
to open our eyes and see directly -
the coming and passing of things –
river pumping itself into the sea –
bird flying into the heaves singing
and not to return -
the crushing into dust of what
you hold precious ---
These are chants of love
bringers of deep clarification and
Understanding into our life –
pointing to the one
that cannot be touched
by time and words.
laughter whose source
never says, I am tired –