Christopher Hansard:[Beyond]

The world is an echo

of the earth

its fullness

makes all words

redundant

beyond knowing and unknowing

beyond You and I

beyond needing

and beyond

the mystery of understanding

the Earth is a point,

a drop

of eternal light

from which life made

and flows

to form

and gives

birth to the sleeping heart

in every human soul

in the far beyond of

becoming

and in the single flower of humanity

the everness of things

is to be found

and offered

to all

Humankind is a hedgerow bloom

which for a day is in full majesty

but remembered by the outline in the fragrant space

that is left behind

as each petal falls to make a new

world

we, each are much larger than the world we live within

a universe and a legend,

a metaphor and a myth

we are our creation story

waiting to be told

the miracle under the hedgerow