A thousand cranes rise heavenwards,
Swirling over our heads,
Crying a thousand cries,
Shouting a thousand shouts.
I listen in wonder.
Something stirs.
My soul rises to meet them.
The cranes know only this moment.
But in their cries, I silently feel the entire universe:
Wild, uncontrollable, unrestrained
Billions of years funneled into one evening sky.
Stark, wild, empty, thrilling.
So thrilling I am tugged, moved, emptied, made whole, and made empty yet again.
Thank you.
Thank you, Divine emptiness.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
David Hanig 