Silently I plead,
not knowing the steps or even the correctness.

Lately, I’ve been glued to timing
losing touch with listening to the pulse.

Around me are dozens
parading their wares and thoughts.
Humbly I seek refuge in the
crevasse of my dreams,
watching as the moon cast its’ glow in a diamond meadow.

Casting my intentions doesn’t mean
I want agreement.
My steps forward in the mist leave me
filled with inspiration.

Too, openings arise in the middle....
Never really knowing, I'm always anticipating,
allowing this moment ...
its' uniqueness,
I catch my breath,
imbibing the tender beauty
of the Supreme.

August 20, 2010