Ah, to enlarge the Soul—
Why else are we born
But to wake and smell the possibility—
Open every closed door found on
Stony crust of Earth upon which we stride?
Every afternoon, I look out upon the lake
From different windows, gazing
Across the same threshold onto
Constant mountain, rooted trees…
Yet the only true unwavering is that
I want to know more than I know—
I yearn to look out upon a wider field,
See beyond my blindness,
Smell the scent of flowers even when petals
Have not yet blossomed on the stem.
I want to forgive with the grace of old lovers,
Hold such patient wisdom present in my heart,
Dance out on tiptoe without hazarding
Any answer, any judgment, any insistence
Other than time for daily solitude….
I want to repudiate the awkward, harsh taste of self-pity,
Sad crush of isolation that stagnates flow of
Nourishing air even as windows are opened to
Breeze that springs from the east.
Let me wear my flaws and imperfections
As clothes befitting full dimension of my authentic name,
My body, my particular bearing, my very being framed by Soul,
Memorized and unblemished in the eye of God.
Let me waken from my sleep with
Sharpened power to see, the wider knowledge
Breeding hesitancy to strike a blow or renounce
Whatever loves another finds while wandering
Through field after field after field of desire, turning
Backward when it suits for yet another glance….
Open to the discovery that hunts me down,
Unencumbered by whatever hard realities
Clouds of afternoon bring to disturb the blue;
To find, learn, teach to freely come and go,
Not needing so much to flee the dark
As to walk steadily toward the burning sun.