– for Jennifer
As it is written
In the paws of a dog
In the sudden life arc of a spider
Things come to being out of thought:
From the imperative of their intent
They come to life
Stretch forth in being what they are
Without a thought of being something else
And everything about them—form and function
(As paws that twitch and dream of running, digging)
Enacts that impulse which has brought them forth
And brings them forth again in every moment.
In the ephemera we call this life
Where things and plans dissolve so fast
Like dreams
Some thought that runs
Much deeper than our conscious mind
Calls forth a force
More steadfast than it seems
That orients our being to its course
Aligns our lives with our desires
And pulses us through underlying pattern
Our hands, our thoughts, and everything we are.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 11, 2011
Thank you, Wen! Crystal. True. We may not be able to solve all of earth's woes in a two hour bike ride conversation every morning, but if you can catch our caged words and fly them them into thoughts like this it is well worth the effort.