Who knows how it will end…
Or if we will begin
All over again?
Whether in shattering sound
Or a silence within ---
The soul’s secret whisper,
Or lips close to the skin?
But change will come.
(Changesendandbeginagain!)
Change:
While kneeling, standing or running;
Change while singing, dancing, or loving!
Whether at the start
Of something shiny new or
To end in a fearful, cataclysmic coup,
We will see it through.
We may be
All poured out,
Reduced and
Dissolved
Into a pristine and naked
Newness.
We may not recognize the path and
We may fall,
Fetal (not fatal), to the ground.
Tears may flow, hot and wet,
And, as babies will,
We make a sound -- a loud cry
That flies when it hurts
And when we are alone.
Arms outstretched
In perpetual longing;
The space between
Is eternity…
And our cry reaches
Just as far.
But there will come
A second breath,
Leaping from the depth of being.
Reflexive reaction in shock
Of sheer brightness
In seeing –
Brilliant vision, clear and wide,
A jewel revealed deep inside.
A light shared between us and all,
A blinding fulmination as lightning fall!
From season to season and year to year;
From rugged courage to raging fear.
From small town boy to worldly man --
From joy to sadness and then….
To know why without knowing how.
To advance without knowing where!
To see, unblinking, in a glooming midst,
While light and sound explode around us,
Still….a preternatural daring is expressed.
For one way may suddenly be closed,
Yet another swings open, as if
From binary pre-design.
We need only turn from the wall we see
To walk through the way we find.
You will enter a new field of experience.
You will reach beyond any
Hope of control -- to just
Accept and respond.
This is why!
This is how!
This is new
And this is you.
You are…
Change.
