O Friend,
that Love (which moves in stillness
so that when one becomes aware of its presence
one realizes it is all around
like a jungle heat)
has spoken to me.
That Love has tripped me up
so that I lost my way
and had to seek out guidance just to figure out where I was.
That Love has brought me home
has brought me through death
has brought me into life.
I am struggling everyday
and my brow is beginning to crease.
Something reaffirms
and transforms
- shakes like tropical thunder
so that I become something new
and awkward
and uncomfortable as a foal's first steps.
Why do I continue to fight it?
