An improbable faith
Go through life, per the zen maxim,
like a bird through the sky – fearless;
no path ahead; not a trace left behind;
its sufficient little birdbrain
never quite perceiving itself
as distinct from the vast emptiness
through which it flies,
upheld and guided by nothing
but an improbable faith in the adequacy
of its own intuitive, hollow-boned,
feather-clad construction
and the incessant informing and instruction
it receives from the Mystery that it is
and is ever moving through.
O child of God, don’t let these collected images
become dead weight and pin you to the ground.
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