Back to writing. That’s what there is.
So what am I learning?
Humility.
My mind lets so much slip away from it these days, it seems to have lost whatever stickiness it once had. I am barely worthy to be here amidst all this beauty. The humility of being so miserably human, I must watch for the smallest signs of how to move
from the breeze that blows the winter grass.
Oh how I wish for what is done
to be undone
Oh how I yearn for light to come
before the blooming dawn
The light that shows the beauty that surrounds us
The light that shines through all that binds us.
Minds are clouded. Hearts are bound
While all we really need to do
is turn around
And see the face that’s there behind us
Thawing all the ice that binds us.
Loving eyes that melt all blindness
And watch each step with loving kindness.
Its presence is there in every tree
In earth that crumbles down the scree
Its dark, damp fragrance filling me
With such stirring desire to break free
As if I were a sprouting seed
Casting off a leaf of weed
To find the sun from which I feed.
We need. We need
But it’s for each other
That we plead.
It’s for the bleeding
Face before us
Sorrow, fear
In every tear.
Pull her gently
To your breast
There oh there
Is where she’ll rest.
