There you are.
It is the morn, whether shows the sun
or still the lone point morning star,
you know it’s time, you wish to stir. . .
for a little moment of your time,
don’t open yet your eyes.
For a little.
Leave them closed
or in a relaxed and softened gaze,
so you can come to realize,
some sense of you
in now and here. . .
Feel every crevice of yourself
your enduring soul,
your corpus physical,
and notice what is there. . .
What are you bringing to it all,
within the boundaries of yourself,
out across the ground,
into life’s flowing waters,
some so deep no one has had the guts
through to the bottom yet to sound,
and up into the endless sky
and the much nearer, local air?
Is that really what you want to bring?
Is it something that you made,
or something that some long dead
or at least departed other
Or some other
who’s still with you,
and didn’t, doesn’t
know much, if any, better?
Does it adhere to the kindest, fairest,
spirit of the best writ law?. . .
Or does it
all good intent obliterate, or circumvent,
while sticking the most grudging way
merely to the finest cross or dot
belonging to perhaps some ill begot law’s letter?
may feel quite thorny,
hard, or even useless,
but if you give them life and time,
they’ll grow and clarify in such a way
you’ll see how much they actually matter.
and the most blessed and truest food
according to your need,
walk through it all
and find what it means
to bring and be
your best. . .
What feels right,
from the very bottom of your heart,
your deepest gut,
what looks most pleasing to your
inner mind’s eye sight?
For what your world lacks
wants not but for the transportation
that can be provided on your shoulders,
in your same tracks,
Will it be love? And hope?
Attention to the wants and needs of other folk?
Or something more particular to you?
I cannot wait to see
what will come
once you see,
and then commit
and with the very best
of whatever is your very best,
and then march forth
though hills quite slippery and steep
and valleys near impassable at night,
so overgrown and and deep
lie in your path,
a sight I will delight to see,
in spite of all the fears and obstacles,
the sight of you
having seen the journey through
and all the blessings that will be born
when you still follow through with it.