Walk out
into the first world,
exhale
into the sphere
that reckoned
this random scattering of tall grass
into the field.
Be received.
Hail the wild geese and
wish the ducklings well.
It is morning,
and the fitful dreams are rinsing out into the
one reality within the seen things.
One of the many deaths we may experience on our journey to mature, integrative adulthood is a crossing over into our natural-born unity with Creation. This, again, is a return to Earth and the inSpirited Cosmos where we belong. Tenalach is an old Irish word that means knowing we are woven into the Primal Domain (Nature) in which we have emerged and in which we will remain. That is where God lives.