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Ready

The book I will take with me on this journey

is not the book I chose from my shelf

last night

Then, I was looking

searching too hard for the right book

But this morning I am not yet long

awake, not yet separated from dream

The book I reach for now and read from

has not been hunted

It’s not anything except here

Quiet

Inside are words ordered

in a form and language that speak

with a clarity

I can hear

I am either weak or strong or neither

Their wisdom resonates

Even through the blur of emotion

I receive their message

I am receptable

Not yet am I ready but I half understand

one thing better:

Walking toward dilemma is a slow

deliberate walk, without fear or resistance

To know how to navigate comes

not through anticipation of what I think

might unfold but through experience

Stepping into the moment as it is

unfolding around and within me

If I can stand still inside this unfolding

maybe afterward, when I step out of it

Climb up from the river on the other side

I will have new understanding

or I will not

Either way, I am on the move

forward

Shivering only slightly now,

Ready🪶

Arrivals

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A book arrives when you invite it

some part of you within

awake while you lay still deep sleep dreaming

 

A voice calls out in whisper or shouts

some part that’s missing

maybe unknown or things you thought you already figured out

 

A wave from a small open hand raised from

some boat adrift in high waves

inviting a stranger wandering alone on the beach

 

An open mouth changing shape singing

some song you have yet to hear

whose melody awaits you to write it when your rhythm is more clear

 

A bark in the distance on a dark night of falling stars

some yellow dog howling at its own shadow

loneliness and euphoria converging in his throat

 

A book arrives when the windows are open

some butterfly or raging tiger

pausing there on your sill, equally prepared for sunrise or the end.