through the door calling you,
as fish out of water hear
or a hunting
falcon hears the drum's-
"Come back. Come back."
This turning toward what you deeply love
Children fill their shirts with rocks and
carry them around.
We are not children anymore.
Read the book of your life, which has been given you.
A voice comes to your soul saying,
Lift your foot. Cross over.
Move into the emptiness of question and answer
What is it you deeply love? Do you listen for that still small voice telling you to jump in, cross over...to open your hands and receive?
May we wake up!
May we stay alert and be alive
to the questions and answers and moreover,
to the questions with NO answers.
May we wake up to the not-knowing,
the scary and empty white page,
the remarkable invisible things
we can't smooth out and pin down
with our thinking minds.
Just follow the tracks laid out in front of you,
until your dreams