having taken what was offered
having taken the cast off, shed, forgotten
what no longer had a home or a heart to tend it
my heart became full, full up, weighted, borne
of burdens not my own yet mine nonetheless
tending tenderly tentatively landing home
•
having taken in, in here, not that there isn’t
an infinite capacity within, but what about
the fit, a resonance, a lightness of being?
having taken in only to give up, give over
resting in free space, an emptiness of rich order
lacking nothing, born of that which is now arising
•
this way, of responding to clear, calls me,
calls me out, calls me to see the subtle nature
of interplay, interaction in the field of knowing
the weight of things within and without
as the way of clear can be to enter even further
in to the very thing that blinds and obscures
•
losing sight, it rests with the spirit to guide,
to inform, to dissolve that which binds me
within a hold that brought edge, nourishment,
truth at one time, yet not at this time as it is
surrendering to what is loosens my grip and
frees this very tightness of the bud to its release
Life Being Life 