Saturday, October 25, 2014

Apparently, fearless

Apparently, fearless                                                                               

Rumi likened the soul to a bird’s beating wings,
propelled toward God by (love’s) expansion

and (fear’s) inevitable, subsequent contraction;
a thrust and recovering –  fear and repugnance,

joy and inspiration and back again in pursuit
of truth and beauty and the leave-taking gamble

of the solitary perch of nestled desire and pleasure,
our final approach being, apparently, fearless –

of a gliding, unalloyed posture, wings stretched to their limit,
braced and unbending, our flight’s path and pattern

determined solely by the play of winds, from beak
to feather beyond our efforts, desire and control.

O child of God, abandon fear and soar
into the holy, awaiting firmament.

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