Transitions

Transitions            Sept 9 2007

I don’t know what to do.

In my time alone, that is; I don’t know what to do
And I get drawn into my own questions..

So I ask again, and see my past a long migration;
I sift through the ashes to understand how I got here
I search the loom to see how the threads all come forward,
All entwined

The wind stirs and the leaves of the aspens shiver in the warm autumn
Anticipating life’s passion to come;
Spinning from the tree to return to the soil of its rooting

I must make the right choices now,
Understanding the context in which I find myself.

So yes, we migrate from surfaces to deeps and there is a connecting thread
Trace its path through and try not to lose it in the pattern because it touches
Both sides
It disappears into the warm heat of the deep and it reaches out all the way
Past my outer barriers and into far

The very heart of the nature is consistent
Even though it appears so different, the surface from the deep.
(Like the tree from the soil)
So then you have to ask, where do you stop?  Where do you begin?

And the heart of the deep, is there any final end to its depth?
And that which it reaches for, is there any final end to its scope?
Everlasting to everlasting
That deep deep nature, that one who knows, who lives untainted
By all this history;
That one knows.

It is said, there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother
The memory of that wind stirs, and I shiver in it’s warmth
Anticipating that which lovers merely graze.
So now it is, courage,
For I must endure until I reach the goal
That is, the next goal....

But simply, it’s abundant life
Which, defined, is shared
Because that which is alone is not abundant.
But that which is sharing, is sufficient; abundant, lucid, capable
Generous, chaste, wise, intimate, in plenty and in dearth.

So there is room for grace.  There is room.
There is friendship that follows into all its lines and creases,
And fellowship of soul in the bowl of the heart
And clean air of kindred spirit
These all go on together
The indestructible life reinventing through every halt or setback
Every trusting silence
It is the homecoming of the exiled mystic
Love beyond the grave
Which we prepare for all our lives, those of us who dream