Enlightenment
I used to think that
I was needed
but all I was doing
was cutting myself
on my own sharp
edges.
Rushing from place to
place, person to person,
cause to cause, group
to group
I didn’t stop long
enough
to plant myself into
the firm ground
that would nourish –
not just my roots –
but by bloodstream,
my nerve endings
and the heart of my
brain. So –
parts of myself
withered without my noticing
until this cold
spring day of wind and emergence.
Shadow fights for its
own darkness
fearing being seen
for its surprisingly
small truth.
And it’s no small
effort
to pull it, blind and
bleeding,
towards the light,
its only healer.
So many will never do
it at all.
And that’s a loss to
the world.
But here I am, in a
loud spring forest,
with nothing, nothing
of any consequence
to keep me from the
urgent task
of digging and diving
into the warm
breathing humus
of this one
particular momentary life
and all life.
Everything else, for
now,
is of no consequence
if the world is to be
saved.
