(from Within My Illusions)


“Do you trust in the flow of life?”
was the question on the table,

as if I would be able to provide
a straightforward answer,

as if a simple
Yes   or   No
would suffice,

as if it was easy
to shed years of conditioning
insisting I had to be the one
to make things happen
to go out and grab the bull by the head,
instead of letting life lead the dance,
delegating to the universe
and taking a chance.

There are possibilities
that I can’t dream of,
the way the earth brings
more shades of green
than any human mind
can conceive of,

the way a pansy peaks out
from the shadow of winter,
the cardinal returns,
the canyon teems with life again,

and I didn’t have to do a thing.