Nectar November 24, 2014


Life tries to lure us into the open, the way sunlight opens a flower after a storm. This poem explores the life-force that calls to us.


Like the nose of a bee, the heart

rubs its face in trouble and joy. So

bring all you’ve touched to bear on

this day, to pollinate what matters.

Ask everything you think might help

to lure your best self into the open. Ask

every pain that has forced you out of

hiding to cough up the gift you carry

in your heart. Until you realize that

the life you want waits inside you,

the way a flower waits inside a seed.

This is a holy space you enter in which

anything can happen. It can all change

in a day. Like today. And there are

wonderful teachers ready to help you,

to lead you, to lift you. Look to the web

of silk you just brushed from your face.

Look to the stone in your shoe that

made you trip into the web. Look to

the small cloud dispersing now be-

fore your tired eyes. Look to the

cramp in your beliefs that makes

it impossible to go on as if

nothing has changed.

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