“When I walk away from what doesn’t feel good, I become an agent of walking away. It is important to know–for our evolution–what we walk away from. What is needed now?”~Thomas Huebl
I choose to be an agent of light
tune in with composure, unsure
yet precise. Revel in love
as opportunity writhes at my feet
each step of my way in this
coherent now. The complex how
too much to see.
I open, focus
with glee. Liquid joy enters
my world here: have you heard
the transmutation-spell sung by
birds? This oriole, a brilliant
orange alchemist produces
gladness in this human world’s
stuck fear and sadness, words
meant to point to the immensity
fall limply, hypnotized
name-calling, attacks and scorn
keep falling, desperate to deflect
the looming threat a gift from which
we flee what’s actually an invitation
to inspect the ancient structures
we project in time and space which
move our descendants with ill grace.
I focus on the central point.
What is collapsing never was real
a memory lapse.
Love fills the gaps
new connections far beyond
what we can grasp
the trilling notes pierce the
perception of our cages
we reach out with gentle
we find our voice
rejoice we all are agents.