THE PATH YOU DO NOT SEE

Though you see it not
there is a path,

and you are on it,
with or without
shoes or bonnet,

and if you wonder
where it leads,

though at times
it knocks you
to your knees,

trod bravely on,
and at each fork
and twist it shows,

sun high,
just set,
by dark of night
or dawn new rose,

through hard fought battles,
lowing cattle,
dust that settles,
and peace made in the aftermath,

do not forget
the way’s still there,
if you
persist to ask.

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THE DRIEST TEAR

The driest tear
that will not come. .

It is the one
that needs most
the heart
and eye to clear,
to wash and mend
the vital part
where it comes from. . .

Do not fear
when the flow
moves finally near–
just let it go,
and to the murmured movement
thus succumb.

The grip
for a wee bit
goes limp,

the lasting soul
begins to hum.

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YOUR HUMAN VOICE

Take your one small
human voice,
and make a choice
its sound
to a whole new volume
now to hoist.

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GIVE THANKS AND CLAIM YOUR PEACE

Give thanks.
Live and claim
a piece
of your own peace–

to do things else
is very apt
eventually

to bring you
flat
onto your knees.

So palm your palm. . .

feel your warmth,
your vibrancy and calm,
and, when needed,
this repeat.

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BE A STAR

Be a star.
And startle.
Be dependable.
Be who you are,
your very heart
unrendable.

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A VOICE CRIES, A TREE FALLS

A voice cries in the wilderness.
A forest tree tall falls.
Will any
stand in readiness?

Will any stand
for anything
at all?

Will we scale
(or fail)
the slippery slope?

Is any of this
easy?–

Well, yes. . .
And Nope.

For we all know,
no matter what ideas we float,
we’re creatures
that will hem and haw,
and trip
and fall. . .

And stall.

Yes, we’re all here
in one same boat,
leading out a human life,
unlike the plucky.
single-minded goat. . .

But some of us
will heed our heart,
and on its journey
thus embark,

once our hushed, attentive ear
has come to bend
and clearly hear
the call.

Yes, it’s true.
The order’s tall. . .
to some, it looms a daunting chore. . .

But, after all,
it’s what we,
from our very start,
were made for–
not anything that we
or anyone
has ever bought and paid for,

and actually,
the journey of our call
comes in smooth flow,

because it is a perfect match
for our indomitable,
wise, old spirit’s
wherewithal.

So, let us
listen very well
in calming peace and quiet.. . .

and breathe that in . .

so, when we’re called,
we answer
and resolve, at least,
to try it,

and in a most efficient fashion,
let’s pause to cheer each other on,

as each goes on
to pack her bags and go.

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HOLD THAT THOUGHT!

Note to self:
Hold that thought!

Or else,
just let it go
and let it be.

It probably will hold by itself,
if it’s a thought
I truly need.

Just as a seed
can wait to sprout,
and later grow up
strong and tall,
and quickly like a weed.

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