I start to understand
living at the cambium —
that thin and vibrant layer
between structure and protection
where everything is new-born
and anything can change
I may have viewed my life
projected over time
as some determined specimen
which could be judged and graded
and would end
But here in this experience
of ever-new creation
in the eager greening
before the form —
this place of generation
which pushes out the growing tips
and thrives,
There is no noun of me,
no stepping back for an assessment,
no self-image, nothing to defend,
just this new greenness,
this reverberating verb,
the forming of a now that never ends.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 25, 2013
~delicious~
yea, magic