As you go about your work
Look around you.
Here, the trees are flames.
The sky filled with the sound of geese.
Stirrings of autumn.
All this beauty.
But you can stop anywhere,
One day you might find yourself
asking, What happened?
Who touched me?
And taking a step in any direction,
Find the divine running toward you,
Already having crossed the border
A hundred times without your knowing.
When we awaken,
we will see;
we just go on our way.