Mystery Calls

What is greatest in our existence, what makes it precious beyond words, has the modesty to use sorrow in order to penetrate our soul.~Rainer Maria Rilke

Late afternoon glade peering into deep
shadows, called by the wounded cat across
the lake. Surprise zygodactylous feet
as a yellow-bellied sapsucker hops

drumming the sacred, opening heart til
the watcher is revealed. Some tiny sign
in our conjoined field signals human shrill
and off we go, one flying sweet and fine

one trodding on the path transformed, refreshed
by this quick lesson out of time. Present
I surrender, my heart’s intent enmeshed:
together we transmute joy from lament.

 

Inspired by:  Refresh and Surrender and an industrious yellow-bellied sapsucker. The birds on the lake are showing up in force to bring me to the next level of my awakening.

The gorgeous photograph featured here is from dirtdoctor.co

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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