Poetry from the Borderlands

I know it was there at the moment
of my children’s births, pristine and pure;

in the first meditation, after so many,
that finally resonated between me and the Universe;

in the loving union, beyond the physical
into the spiritual, falling into rapture;

in poetry about things unnamed, portals
into what isn’t said in all their intentions;

in any art that deeply affects us,
grips our hearts and won’t let go;

in nature’s relentless order,
in words well spoken from silence,

and in stories we tell from the heart.