Self-knowledge

We look for meaning now

But it takes time

To grow in the soil

Nourished by

Challenge and compassion

And tilled by

The Self that is Love.

Caught between

Deciding and moving,

My small self

Hangs on to

The phantom safety

Of a fragile solidity.

Letting go,

It falls into

The firm emptiness

Of Life’s momentum.

I am not a set thing

I keep flowing

Shifting and emerging

And every now and again

Solidifying in those moments

When life plays a chord

That is familiar

To a certain dancer

In the band of I

Who then takes center stage

For a while

Freestyles a routine

It rehearsed a million times before.

Perfect!

Yet, fit for another life

A thousand moons ago.

And just before

Launching into

The final sequence

It melts

Back into the flowing stream

Being danced

By a new

Unfamiliar tune