Walk into my house with

Your muddy shoes and you will find

My muddy feet.

I came upon a cake

From out my wooded walk

A Cosmic Cake in a muted green field

My path now lightened

No longer heavy under foot.

Like any cake it drew me

My feet now easy to lift

Danced a meadow dance

As sheep in the pasture ran away

Ran away with the clouds. 

Time is short and the days are long

And the nights are even longer.

And a trio of dainty birds —

Songs flying from their mouths

In exquisite sound welcomed me

Led me to the cake.

One bird came close enough to kiss me

Sang sweet the sweetest song.

What I could never see

Became so very clear to me.

Circling round the cake

The feathery spirits left me dizzily

Staring at the cake —

Presented on a pedestal

Layered brown and white

Chocolate and fine vanilla

Appointed simply with berries.

Lean forward walking up the stairs

Lean back when walking down.

Keep your mind below your feet

Keep seeing what you’ve found.

Where is the baker?

There must be a baker

Evidenced by all he makes

Earth wheat crushed into Cosmic Cake

Floured with our tomorrows.

We wish for There

When Here must end.

We eat our cake

And begin again.

Just a taste is all we get

Fleeting glace from the Baker’s eyes

Promised place beyond the skies

Where freedom duly finds its fate

For those who do not hesitate.

I wet my fingers — dry and aged —

And cannot seem to turn the page.