Wednesday, October 05, 2005


Hold still.
Drift a little.
There will come a small movement, soft and silent, just below
what you can perceive —
a current.
And then the feeling of slight electricity
And the certainty of coursing a known path
Following in unseen footsteps that break
Trail ahead.

Hold still.
Place your foot inside each step one by one
Tread softly but with surety
Up the ephemeral creekbed
To the source.

Hold still.
Act as if.
Watch the stone break open blooming thick with fragrance
Watch the water trickle drop by drop gaining momentum
Listen for the song that flies out of its own accord


Blogger Mary said...

I'm going to print this one off! SO helpful, it actually brought tears to my eyes. You've started my Thursday well, many many thanks.

10/05/2005 11:31 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Mary, I'm glad for your comment. This was an important one for me, too.

10/07/2005 8:38 PM  
Blogger zhoen said...

Breathing is wonderful.

10/11/2005 3:49 PM  

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