the edge in
perpetual motion
the moon its
muse
tilted on an orb
in an infinite
universe
a tiny speck
of human
with infinite
thoughts
an infinity of
emotions
that boundary is
a place of sheets
of mercury
or molten silver
or the
inspiration that outdoes the muse
flat long ribbons of light
flung across the jagged ecotone
over and over and over
each time a new
dance
each one almost
too quick to behold
the tiny speck
of woman
can hardly
breathe with the exhilaration
can hardly blink
with the rapture
then she finds
hiding in the shadow
a monochrome
carapace
claws intact
palpable spirit
of a precious thing that was lost
and she dares
hold it in her palm
dares sniffing
in the putrid scent of fecundity
and she wonders
how she can
journey
with a tender
heart that remains wide open
to all that is
excruciating
in the face of
all this beauty
the tiny speck
of woman
can hardly
breathe in the agony
can hardly blink
in the chaos
she hears the memory
of a wise sage’s words,
“out of the
sitting, and
out of the abiding
in pain,
and anger,
come the clear
way forward:
compassionate
action on behalf of all beings”
shuddering with
the repeated assault
sitting anyway
knowing that compassion
expressed out there
has only one
source:
its origin is in
each heart
finding it
within
expressing it
without
the root of
peace is there
in the abidance
with a
spirit-imbued claw
found in the
shadows
and
the beauty
both inherent
and real
but the choice
is
whether or not
to remain tender
whether or not
to dare face the
vulnerability
underneath anger
whether or not
to dare sit with
the incomprehensible
until there is
clarity -
that one,
next,
tiny,
crystalline -
love-infused
right action
"see the pain,
make beauty
feel the pain,
add beauty"
love starts
within
it is the gift
that grows in
unity with others
toward peace for
all
flat long ribbons of light
swaddled across a jagged ecotone
over and over and over
All blog images created & photographed by Jennifer J. Wilhoit unless otherwise noted. Please circulate images with photo credit: "©2016 JenniferJWilhoit/TEALarbor stories. AllRightsReserved."
