March 04, 2009

the threshold

maybe wisdom is found
in the rough surface of this ancient tree
or in the shadow formed by the cleft in the rocks of this mountain
maybe guidance is in a whisper
I have yet to learn to hear with distracted senses

the key to intimacy is hard to find
in a forest so crowded with detours
yet these branches grow stronger than the conspiracy to abort the seed
which fell to the ground
not broken, but torn and pierced with many tears

Still there is a promise I remember
for secret treasures to emerge
finding a richness I never saw I had
don't you remember?

In this refreshing stream
as I test the water with one hand
it coats me with the newness of potential
in a time of unprecedented favor

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