your radiant perfection
speaks of trust,
of openness;
a heartfelt testament
to the elemental truths:
the inevitability of discomfort,
the futility of resistance,
the importance of letting go
and welcoming,
the wholeness and completion
that can emerge
when we release;
when we allow the weather
to flow through us.
Open, my friend, to the rain, and to the dark,
to the tears that fall
and the winds
that may, like thoughtless fingers
pluck our petals before they fall
looking for answers to love's questions.
* * *
2 comments:
Lovely, Diane. I continue to be amazed at how effortlessly you seem to write poems that so perfectly complement your images.
Thank you so much, Maureen -- I like to think it's all the work of the image -- it asks to be put on the page, then speaks of what needs to be said...
This one seemed to keep talking after I left the page: it wanted to add an afterthought:
The more we embrace our suffering,
the less troubling it becomes.
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