The world is
not with us enough
O taste and see
grief, mercy, language,
tangerine, weather, to
breathe them, bite,
savor, chew, swallow, transform
into our flesh our
deaths, crossing the street, plum, quince,
living in the orchard and being
hungry, and plucking
Here is one of the loveliest milagros of the desert, the Night Blooming Cereus (which you can get a picture of if you get up really early in the morning as well). This cactus only blooms for one night. I think of this extravagant generosity on the part of the Cactus Deva as being made to be seen with "night vision", truly, like the huge white Datura, "flowers of the moon".
You really can see miracles in your own backyard. And blessings every day.
|My muses, Lulu and Lucy, hard at work.|