“By understanding and paying close attention to our speech patterns, we can move ourselves from near desire for change into commitment and action.”
sidebar in Spirituality and Health magazine
By the humid August breeze
understanding came to me
and I recognized the beckoning.
Paying no mind to the warning of the feral cat
close to the marshy construction site,
attention focused on the clay Calvert dust
to shake it from my shoes
our shame at the cutting of the trees
speech became useless.
Patterns of swirling flies,
we’ve hesitated like Swallowtails
can forage around the polished bush
move placidly through the steamy air
ourselves watching them
from inches away.
Near enough to kiss
desire to fuel that yellow power
Commitment like roots
and purpose like wind.