How long since the pen has fallen from the sky
to touch the paper in front of me?
It is so difficult to tell the froth
from the surge of the sea.
But, I feel it here - change and movement
are in the air.
Potentials, rearrangements, rebalancings,
new beginnings, old endings, the wind of manifestation.
A new dance is being called.
Sharon crackles with psychic energy
like the light that blazes from a door ajar
and through it all, trust and receptiveness
run like a river, soft and waiting.
Oh, beloved, let your will be done
and our dreams expressed as well
and our wills become ever more perfect reflections of yours
all inseparable, all one, all mystery,
all so alive on some edge of becoming.
gallagher
11 Oct 2007
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —