I can’t remember when I wrote this poem, but it’s been in my collection for a while. I still love the ambiguity; who exactly is being taken along for the ride? Who will also be found along the way? Could it be a lover? A friend? A self? Some deep spiritual mystery? It’s unclear. Yet in writing it I felt such a sense of belonging. You’re with me, and I’m not alone. It’s going to be ok.
Tag: Poetry
The Greatest Mystery
Living always at the edge of the mystery where the curious trails pull off toward the horizon of discovery— the affirming arrival home, from a question. Ebb and flow of those inward tides living at the edge of the mysterious tera incognita, onwards until we find ourselves at home amidst the unknown. We are home […]
~the dance of the clock~
I watched her as she danced through the parameters of her boundaries, etching out her elegant, circular, turf and for a moment I imagined she could transport us to a dimension, not tethered to chronology suspending us together in this interstitial space, immune to the aches, or benefits, of change. But 360 degrees later, having […]