Photo Credit: Kathleen Pouls
Spring
Uprising out of dense Earth
thick with dark, wet mud-
a pulse, a gurgling-
the origin of life, begins again
to unfold, unfurl
the momentous occasion of a flower-
not to be seen as a flower at first-
just a ripple in the mud.
Slowly the deeper call
of emerging is answered by the life in the seed,
become root, become stalk,
and the urgency towards flower begins.
It is not a reasonable journey-
It has no thought of looking good
or offending the surrounding earth
as it breaks through the surface,
following the inevitable course of it’s life-
And in so doing
becomes a thing of beauty
becomes the harbinger of green and light
glory and revelation
to the fortunate beholder.
Perpetual hope is offered
and often arrested there.
But it parallels a broader, deeper cycle –
this urgency of blooming, this willingness to wither
and become earth once more
with each year, with each blossom, with each breath.
It is more of a call, a lesson, a curiosity, a cry:
How do we live?
How do we love?
Where are the dense places in my bones,
gurgling with new life?
Can I join the urgency of my own deep root
springing up from invisible, underground palaces of unseen opulence?
To begin to recognize the fruitfulness of dark,
the possibility in dense-
Allows life to unfold itself
through me as a harbinger of urgency;
to be a source
of green and light,
glory and revelation,
following the inevitable course of my circuitous, mysterious,
Unknown, unbidden and beautiful life.