Sitting here one glass of wine into my evening,
watching the water lap against the granite stone,
feeling the easterly breeze tousle my too-long hair,
holding a space for a Question of what may be next.
Loving the uncertainty of what tomorrow and the next may offer,
laughing at the absurdity of my constant searching,
weeping inwardly for the barriers to freedom we are obliged to construct,
amazed at the sheer wonder of the moments when I See a glimpse of True.
Why are you calling me right now?
Did we have an appointment to consider?
I trust and Believe that tomorrow we will brush away
the dust from our eyes and behold that shooting star
that shines in the beating heart of Forever.