Contemplation is like fishing. Often my reason fails me and I cast out into the waters hoping I can catch that vital energy feel its power, its resistance, its strength that is elusive but I know is there and those moments of connection with that mysterious force give me energy. I am alive so I keep castings into the ocean knowing the elan is there, the verve that takes me from my mind to dance, to move, to swerve in that moment of now.
Authorβs Note: I bow in gratitude to Brian McLaren and Barbara A. Holmes for their wisdom that inspired this poem and kneel in awe and thanksgiving to all the fish I have caught over the years, for the excitement and nourishment β the life they gave me.