EMERGENCE

As I pull away from the moving world,

I find solace in a stillness

that grants me permission to recharge

for what emerges next—

a place of sanctuary, a challenging growth

that permits a meaningful, magical shift in direction—

It is like finding a loop hole,

making out an image from broken, tarnished pieces of a dream, a truth

Scraps and archives left scattered about on beaten up land,

eyes wondering the pieces hoping to, one day, strategically piece the scraps together

recreating what was meant from the start

To find in its reparation, its revival, a resemblance of the heart—

a devoted place that knows where we belong,

and where we do not—

It is all going to be okay, as long as the trees sway,

through the choreography of their blooming spring leaves

a symphony of oneness, they relay

This earth’s music is the sound of gratitude

and I can feel it rising through my ankles,

coiling upward through my legs, with the energy of a twirling ballerina

reminding me to dream big

to move through this moving world graciously, yet daringly