Iron sure

Iron sure

Not grasping, not running,
Opening, endless opening
An expansive, not exclusive
Awareness, where everything
Has a place; the ache in my neck
Seagulls screeching beyond
My window, these words that
Fall from the great sky
That I lay to rest, to
Take up later and so
Allow the stillness to descend
And deepen, spiralling down
Into a silence
Empty and full.
The physical responds,
Cool clearing on the surface
Tensions dissolving
To the call of the spacious,
The merging that is
Beyond separation,
Buoyant, fluid, iron sure