A series of circles have lead me to this:


Arms wide open. down on my knees, cheeks wet from the stream of tears.

Asking, helping, guiding

leading me to my heart.

Around I go.

Sometimes I get to where I set out for, but most of the time I don’t.

I flail, I float, I shake, I rest.

I rest, and I wish I could rest more.

It never seems like enough, compared to it all.

That has to be done, that I want to do.

So I do my best :

to practice, to let go, to forgive, and forgive, and forgive even more.

Because I will never be done with this work, as long as I’m here. As long as I’m living, breathing, searching, seeking.

Awake with my eyes closed, turned in so that I can listen to the workings and pleading of my heart.