“It is neither spring nor summer: it is Always.” –Theodore Roethke
It is Always, and it always will be,
perpetual now, infinite here,
today and forever one and the same,
with nothing separating
life from Life.
“Out beyond all ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.” –Rumi
But getting to that field,
getting there, is so tricky
with landmines threatening
every step, nooses hanging
from every tree, and voices
pleading you to come back,
trying to convince you that you
don’t know where you’re going,
that you’re wrong—or maybe
even right—but you have to keep
going, have to learn how
to float, to dodge, to say,
“Thanks for your concern,
But I’m going anyway.”
With grace, wisdom, patience
even when they are stubborn and
unyielding, they surrender
so patiently, becoming
something we will never be.
With loyalty, understanding, and
the ability to hear pain, smell truth,
they sense things we will never know
or read because we are too foolish,
too stuck in our heads.
In their eyes, worlds—stars, oceans, skies,
all swirled together–inviting you to
enter so you can find everything
you need to do, to know, to feel,
before you can be whole.
Feel their strength, so contained and deliberate,
but so wild and raw, compelling you to
close your eyes and watch them run,
flinging bolts of life every direction,
exchanging ecstatic cries with earth and sky.
Standing next to them, absorbing their presence
is a gift, an opportunity to live and
change, right there in that moment,
with pieces of it, electric ribbons, spinning
in and around you, for days.