If you learn to use a perfect afternoon
in a perfectly useless manner,
you have learned the meaning of life.
there are many ways to answer the call of the soul, the call of the heart, the call of the wild….
inquiry for today~ whose call do you resonate with? can you make it your own? how?
May this be a morning of innocent beginning,
When the gift within you slips clear
Of the sticky web of the personal
With its hurt and hauntings,
And fixed fortress corners,
A morning when you become a pure vessel
For what wants to ascend from silence,
May your imagination know
The grace of perfect danger,
To reach beyond imitation,
And the wheel of repetition,
Deep into the call of all
The unfinished and unsolved
Until the veil of the unknown yields
And something original begins
To stir toward your senses
And grow stronger in your heart.