I would have wept at the sunrise
had I not smelled rain coming;
there is only joy with the bird’s flight
over the lake’s unfathomable depth.
When the heart offers to open
and the mind does not jail it,
the moment and the path coincide
into the blind seer’s holy gift.
I would not refuse it.
I could not refuse its shaping power;
even through the tangled fears,
sunlight warms and draws me.
Learning Living 