Give up the search for a path
through this thick forest of life;
forsake tamped ground,
spongy bark-dust, packed needles,
and mantras repeated with fingers crossed.
Aspirations become lost after rising
to nest unnoticed in the limbs
of old-growth Doug Fir.
Dance through the maze;
soft shoe across painted lines
that promise an aisle to an altar;
pirouette, spin, twirl, jeté.
Grace of landing matters not;
glory in your footfalls, stumbles,
leaps, and trust; revel in the pulse
of humanity and love.
Wade in wonder through chilly water
whose bottom you cannot see;
balance on rocks slickened
by forces forever rushing;
dabble in placid ponds
rippled only by your own steps,
curious frogs, and occasional breezes;
slosh in surf crashing over toes
that curl into shifting sands;
struggle to stay upright with a smile
against the pull of rip tides.
Forget finding footprints
or leaving a trail.
Being is enough.
About Susan Donnelly
After retiring from decades of teaching adolescents, Susan Donnelly rediscovered herself and writing. She strives to create poems that are like old-fashioned key holes, small openings that reveal larger vistas when one looks into them. She lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband and goldendoodle, Emma-Squiggly.
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
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Sea Stars is the musical collaboration of Kurt Baumann and Katie Gray.
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What a kindness she showers upon me, not letting me skip any steps, or leave not even one stone unturned.
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Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
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