You Know the Way
(This week’s whirling words are: hips, marrow, crocuses, stillness, massive, secret, flower, grief, window, perhaps, hand, clatter, colors)
What do I know of how
to move my hips and blood and marrow
from this place where they are rooted
to a land far, far away?
Perhaps some god’s benevolent hand
will write a set of clear directions on the wall:
“Here is how you know the path to take.
Renounce the empty clatter of your restless heart
and cultivate the stillness of the
secret garden in you,
where crocuses of many colors grow.
Even through the window of your grief
you see them,
along with hidden seeds about to sprout and flower
into an orchard so heavy with fruit
that ten thousand-thousand seasons will not be enough
to gather in the massive harvest.
Go, now, I think you know the way.”
Posted on May 23, 2012, in poetry, Poetry Picnic, The Sunday Whirl. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Magical Mystical Teacher 
Happy for the words given in this little poetic vision.
Thankful for these words in your little vision given here.
The best kind of poetry is the kind that just arrives, takes over, insists upon being written. This is that kind of poetry. It flows, has rhythm and is totally satisfying.
If only there were some magic directions on the wall! Very nicely written!
I really like the part about the hidden seeds – and that massive harvest. Lovely, positive, and uplifting.
Richard