calling it a journey
when we have never
stopped arriving
Posts Tagged ‘path’
All This Time
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged journey, path, poem, poetry on September 4, 2017| 2 Comments »
In the Raspberry Patch
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged path, poem, poetry, raspberries, sweetness on September 4, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Eventually you decide the scratches are worth it
and you wade through the vines into the thicket
where the berries still hang red and ripe and profuse.
You leave a suggestion of a path behind you.
Tomorrow it will be invisible, like so many paths
you’ve made. The bushes, like convictions, will reclaim
their wildness. But for now, there is this sweetness
to follow, this hunger, this pleasure in finding a way,
this drive to harvest all that the day has to offer.
What the Path Thinks
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged path, poem, poetry, uncertainty on May 17, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Tonight the path
is tired of being
a path, would rather
be a leaf. Enough
of trodding. Enough
of this one foot
in front of the other.
Rather to unfurl
and serve and let go
and get lost. Really,
how hard could it be?
Something about
“path” suggests
certainty. The path
feels like a fraud.
It’s exhausted
with arrivals. It wants
to fall off. It wants
to cartwheel across the field
like last year’s leaves
in spring wind.
It wants to have
no idea at all
where it is going.
Directions
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged path, poem, poetry, rededication, walking on November 10, 2016| 4 Comments »
It is not that the path
has disappeared. It is only
that, stunned with grief
and kicked by fear,
we sometimes lose our will
to put one foot
in front of the other.
But we are not lost.
Already in the dark
we have found each other.
What astonishes is
that there are so many of us,
and already
we are building bridges
made of light.
The world shakes,
we stumble
and we help each other rise,
and now it is time
for us again to put one foot in front of the other—
not to escape what frightens us
but to walk unflinchingly
toward the messy center of things.
The path we choose now
is not one we’ve walked or even seen before,
the path is one that appears
beneath our feet
with each step,
and we persist,
travelers in the frozen dark
who begin to see the light as it shapes the horizon
and know, though it’s cold,
that the change we dream of
has already begun to arrive.
Destination
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged path, poem, poetry on September 9, 2016| 1 Comment »
Leaping off the train
not sure where I’m going
but certain no tracks
will get me there.
In the field
every step a new step.
Out of Obstacles
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged connection, path, poem, poetry, wall on May 28, 2016| 3 Comments »
Walls will only crush you when they fall.
—Ray La Montagne, “Be Here Now”
So when
a wall forms
between us
let’s
reuse each
brick as cobblestone
we’ll build
our own path
as we go.
No Strings
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged inspiration, path, poem, poetry, road on June 23, 2015| 1 Comment »
Here, we might say, here is where
a road should be. But road there is none.
Isn’t that like us, thinking we know
the world better than the world itself.
There isn’t a road. That is clear.
And we want one. That’s clear, too.
And we don’t like the fact
there is no visible road.
Whether our intention is to run away
or to move closer to,
well, that changes, doesn’t it.
And isn’t it just like us to think
we need a road. Instead,
there is this change of light,
this scent of rain. There is
nothing we might call a path,
but there is this urge
to begin to move, this desire
that causes the legs to lift,
again and again and again,
less as if we are marionettes,
more as if there is some inner drive
more real than even the real world,
and it helps us step one more step,
one more step toward what we do not know.
