Beneath the soles of your shadow is a loving place,

where all consciousness resides … we are invited; C’mon!

Here, we as one, like wax from one candle …

flow into one another … and into the single one.

You are almost here; lie down in the grass.

You won’t need words or ideas … or wisdom.

Open your closed eyes as you close your open eyes;

Stop listening and hear.

Your family awaits, passing bounty around the table.

Take what you need; there is never-not-enough.

Your hunger will turn into service

… your thirst into light.

Your friends await; so many you could not count,

and so true you could not have known.

You in them will light new candles and ‘bibe harmony ale.

You and they will retire words like, “I”, “me” … and “my”.

Your essence is here: with all its intended faults & gifts;

the heart of you that remains innocent and perfect;

the best of you that has learned true right from wrong;

and the highest of you that loves them both equally.

All is here; … upon the field,

and as the very field itself. Behold your wings!

At the field’s edge plays will begin; imaginal death will end them.

All the players will take their bows … and join us at the table.

    – H. Arnest Sept. 2013