She was on
Vocation
Delving into the wildness
The better part of reality
Unseen in noonday
Or the shadowy bosom of the human heart
To gather presence
Without plundering
And only after the day’s calling
With singular peering
Return dumb
Founded
In awe that cannot be tolled by an other
Beyond belief
Accept by peeps
A joining such fateful appointments
Sow fine and sublime
This poem again delves into the wildness and awesomeness of life that can leave one speechless, where words are woefully inadequate. Of coarse, this shotgun pelted road sign of a poem is unmatchingly inadequate. The play between vocations and vacations hints at the joyful disciplines of highly conscious and grateful living. We can find ourselves easily stuck in the eddies of pressing madders or shadowy rationalizations. Clear-minded and wholehearted living has an awesome simplicity transcending the value of even the most sophisticated analysis (or blogging). May whatever becomes the subject of your life be met with joy and gratitude.
