Prosperity

Living with an open heart,

all is real. And we become

briefly all that we meet.

I touch your sadness and I

become sad. I brush against

your wonder and I am restored.

But under all the sadness and

wonder, I remain who I am.

This is integrity, the want to

feel everything and become

nothing.

The orchid in the sun stretches

but remains an orchid.

The wave that swallows a diving

gull remains a wave.

So, when you dive through me,

I will let you have my all and

only grow for how we take

turns.

A Question to Walk With: Describe who you are under all your sadness and all your happiness.

This excerpt is from my book of poems in progress, A Thirst for Simple Light.

*Photo credit: Chris Munnik