love somehow found a body

Heinrich Malling, a Remembrance

as we move through our days,

it is easy for those days to dissociate us from the moment

like a hypnotist seems to be able to do,

making us slip away from the shaking power 

that can imbue each moment,

the power that can be if we but let 

the moment come at us with original power,

a person can come into our subdued awareness

and be to us like cold water on the face,

we wake up and almost realize

the wonder that is every moment alive,

the wonder that is us if we can but see ourselves truly,

Heinrich Malling was that person:

he could see us, know us, appreciate us,

and challenge us to find both our center,

the ground upon which we can stand,

and then to reach toward the heights

that draw us to our best,

Heinrich was love that somehow found a body,

a piece of the divine that all of us have,

but a piece that he seemed able to access with ease,

Heinrich’s laugh bubbled from him as if from an artesian well

that could not be held back,

his eyes would twinkle and dance with a joy he lived,

a joy he challenged us to rediscover,

and laugh that rightness back into the world,

our bodies would lose themselves in the bear hugs

that came along with knowing that great Viking,

our minds would love to join him in treasure hunts for truth,

as every plant needed to be known,

every idea needed to find air and light

to see if it should grow,

whenever we joy in another, Heinrich is still here, 

whenever we join in thinking, in learning, Heinrich is still here,

whenever we refuse to settle for the lesser within us, Heinrich is still here,

Heinrich, again, was love that somehow found a body,

he was that of God that all of us can be

if we but find a path as true as the path that Heinrich walked,

and finally his body could no longer hold such power,

and released it back into the cosmos

where we can still access it if we but will.

by Henry H. Walker

October 1, ‘16