How does it feel to live fully present to our whole and our fractured selves? To truly embrace all parts of our human complexity in love. To stop judging! To know our strength and fragility as opposite and essential parts of our same beautiful wholeness? A seamless tapestry unfolding?
it began as quietly
as the tentative heartbeat
of the eaglet hatchling
steady and fragile
hungry, waiting to be fed,
to live or to die
immediate the question with first breath
a crack down the center
two-sided heart
not fully loving
not really mourning,
the outer appearance of
inner grief,
covered over with imperatives:
do something;
resignation and action
stumbling path made visible
to every fledgling,
fraught with unknown danger
through the crack
sunlight pours in
revealing every tenuous
first attempt
each hint of reassurance
sustenance on every side
close-up and textured
not hidden or barely imagined
obstacles along the way like boulders
or as smooth as sugar sand
are real
clouds ever tied invisibly to sun
quietness and revelation
articulate amidst the noise
two-sided heart, expanding,
embracing
eternal grief-eternal love
made one
the winged path
whole
and sacred
© january 2017
pab
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