Thinking outside in the late summer evening

In the tyranny of routine
I serve the plate, I serve the cup
Hoping that this mundane something
Will be of value
Will pass through the eternal fire

I thrash
I sever
I am free
Are you proud?
I am alone
Do you accept me?
Why do you lead me back
To those things you said I must hate?
Am I too weak?
Or am I too strong?
Or both?

Grasping in my hands the mist of the new morning
And letting fall to the ground the treasure of the eternal kingdom
You accept all that is
I accept nothing that is and
Everything
That will never be

Can you lead me back to stillness?
To the river, to the rock?
Take me beyond the words we speak
Beyond the needs we meet
To the patterns I know
That you cut and laid out when the void was filled
The beautiful themes

May I play the part set before me
Not the solo on the stage where the seats recoil
Let me splash into the sacred river
Meet me in the current
And let me dissolve into all things
As common and as prevalent as they are
And all things into me

Let me reflect only you in me
To you
In routine
In current
Ageless
Known and
Sacred.