to make a triangle out of the line
from thought to action.
to use words as whetstones
for the sword of action.
I write knowing the limits
of the word, knowing that thought leads to speech
which in turn leads to action, or inaction
and I write to remind myself that I can act.
because of the serene movement of clouds
because I hear a song in the whispers
of grassblades against the breeze,
a symphony in every storm,
the purest melody in the flow of water,
and because I hear those same songs
in the beating of a heart.
I write because I saw a leaf
hold itself with the same poise
through rain or shine
until the silent dance of its death.
to grant shadows to my tears.
because I am bewildered.
because there is something in me
that is in everything else.I write
because I saw the thinnest sliver of light
and through that glimmer I saw only blinding beauty.
because my mouth has a broken way with words.
because I know the darkness of the unknown
to be beautiful beyond imagining.
to remind myself of the divinity behind the universe,
in gratitude to the Source, the One, the Unnameable
that (life-)guiding force that bought me here
and makes every moment possible.
because the images in my heart demand expression.
because tears are not enough
for the flood I feel within my chest.
in the hope that these words,
watered with enough tears
will one day grow into a tree.
in preparation for the day
when neither words nor tears are of avail.and I write
to remember that this--moment--is really it.
to establish my kinship to the stars.
as testament to the Water of Life.
and to trace my way back to the same
cradle from which I sprung to life.