Have Ye Not Found

Have ye not found
a way for an “also”
and for a “this”;
a way for a “that”;

just along the slow
growing garden
cabbages and wild
ginseng on the gentle,
sloping hill
of your soul.

With an also, and a
this and a that, there
comes a combining
of things sometimes
full and sometimes
filling out, allowing
for a laxness leaning
into carelessness and
loss.  All about is
lushness and abundance
in full-bloom.

This place, though
hidden deep within,
is here for entertaining
and for tea.  It bodes
so well to visit it
with those with whom
we hope to build a
bridge - a bond

of trust.  In its
reserve we shall
find an acceptance of
an also, and
an also, and an also
yet again.

In its bounds we shall
understand a this,
and a this, and
a this yet again.

And, on its edges
we shall allow a that,
and a that, and a that
yet again.

For, shall not all
our expansions arise
from a simple
inclusion and letting
in of all that is not we,
or me, or mine and ours.

An allowing of also,
this and that.

An opening for
the Thou.