In the future
the amber dog that leaps into morning shall chase the amber cat that watches from the high window with all the faith of creatures rescued from doubt
In the future
we shall leave nothing to chance but chance
In the future
we shall practice the wisdom of the seed, complete in our latency, the still point waiting knowing the path but not its weather, alert to all affections and always
In the future
we shall climb
the stone stairs of the
building that no longer is to
wander the green balcony we shall
climb the stairs of the now untenanted air no
we shall
In the future
the light on the canal at the fade of afternoons shall settle as strongly as ice and we shall walk on it as those might who are learning that the halls between things and beneath them are where the lasting lasts
In the future
the undergrowth that takes the wall shall be praised and finally alone in its survival
In the future
which is now as the present leaves us as it reaches like a gaze always a space between us and attention so now we shall enjoy the present of the past and the future in the moment we might name breath or step or hand or look or listen or anyword we choose and use to describe how most to become ourselves in each instant of the time that is ours all co-existent with each like the pebble in the pond and its ripple to banks and beyond them
In the future
we shall sleep until we are properly awake
In the future
we shall make and pursue only what life demands be made and pursued but first we shall trust life to tell us what those things might be
In the future
the sapling of the boy willow or birch or grass lengthening into years shall guide us out of our age into a holding space, a hollow of earth or a navel of dunes perhaps
In the future
we shall abandon simile for metaphor, and wish that we had conceived the phrase a driftwood altar
In the future
we shall instil an autocracy of trees and kneel for their shadow and their lungs their arms of shelter and their mark their incarnating wind the sea in their tall mouths and for their blossom rushing us a crowd a sudden mob of beauty milk and coral
In the future
we shall cast the net of our loves ceaseless into day attend to all things shining and begin
