Friday, November 25, 2016

'...the knowing...'

Bent knees genuflecting
Ode to the purity of calm.
Reluctance to believe that spontaneity flourishes
In the swift energy living in limbs
You need but move and move in trust.
The finite becomes expansive
The limited- uncapped.

What enigma is this that has beaten the odds?
Would that the knowing grant confident strides
There might be weight in attempting to understand
The chrysalis needs cocooning to remain hidden and protected
Might the truth too, be jeopardized in light of its pursuit?
Give way to mystery and the beauty of intuition;
Radiant is the life that trusts in faith and understanding
That good be done in good time. 

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