The Search
This is what I was born to
dancing on a whim,
foraging in the earth.
Tied not by father’s science or mother’s nurture.
Bound not by head or by heart, free from all constraints.
An earthy fullness lightened by the earthworm’s macerations.
The essence that words cannot hold for more than a moment.
That which flickers between the edges and won’t be named.
This is where I live.
This is where my soul is nourished and my voice is found,
between the quavering,
intermingling with the stars and sky
the mundane and the holy.
A place that man cannot know
friends can only sense.
That is where I abide
its essence feeds me.
If I name it
– it vanishes.
I simply breathe it in and release its passion with each breath.
Stirring the spirits of those around me who feel its whisper upon their neck.
Ah!
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