The Mandate

Thankfully, I am still processing what transpired in the intensive.  I am glad and grateful to still be working on it (thank you, Deena), despite the craziness of life these days.

The words spoken

were more

than words.

They were

an imperative,

seeds thrust

into the fertile soil

of the soul.

The sound,

tonality, gesture,

accent, passion

all dissipated

on the wind.

But what was implanted

gives way to sprouting,

demanding to

unfurl into the

light.

It requires water –

tears or intention -

to truly

take root and

grow.

So far,

nothing visible

has emerged.

Without an application

of trust and

fierce determination,

this potential life

will die before

branching or

bearing fruit.

But what is invisible now

remains resolute and

doggedly digs in.

So, fall into

the usual pattern

of disregard and

disbelief, or

accept the charge,

tend this garden,

and let the words

do their work.