naked heart in solitude,
empty of deeds,
devoid of fear,
devoid of hatred.
invisible in the garden of the soul,
invisible to night rain that drops from heaven
like monkeys scampering down from the sacred trees.
on the sharp slice of the pine woods
the waiting was long and hard.
wind and storm.
what dedication just to be still and empty,
and fully present.
and then the sound of someone walking slowly
through the wet twigs and the fallen leaves.
say the names of all the gods out loud.
one at a time.
say them over again.