I think good poetry and music produce good spirituality.
And if everything I touch is music
then the tomatoes still hard and green
are faster finger exercises down the vine.
And if everything I touch is vibration
then my hand along the rail is
a tuning fork for the reed
the grasshopper its resonant body.
And if the whole planet is one song
then you are the rainforest
the repeat refrain of the rain itself
the small voice of the tree frog.
And if all I ever touch are waves
then the requiem of a mouse in its trap
is the cry of the first wind
the voice of a deep valley.
And if the very earth I walk
lays down the drumbeat home
then you are the hearth
the alleluia leaping from stone.