Perhaps I am more like the earthworm
than I thought—
one part of me anchored in place
while the rest of me moves forward.
Every time I go, I also stay.
Every time I reach ahead, part of me holds on.
Over and over, I pull myself along.
What looks like progress is slow.
No path except the one I make
by letting the world move through me.
In order to proceed, I make of myself a wave.
In order to proceed, I must let go.
Love that last line. So true.
it occurs to me that i should add something about holding on in that line, too–it’s so counter intuitive, but there is something resonant about the holding on that the earthworm does.
so wise!
it was my spiritual teacher, Joi, who asked “who is the one who believes there is a race?”