Emerge

All will emerge

they say…

Who are they anyway?
Those mystics, philosophers, musicians and artists
who wonder and dream and sit still on grass planes…

All will emerge

If I just sit as still
and watch the world flutter by

If only
I
sat
here.

All will emerge

If I let myself join in this fluttering symphony
and remain free within me
Like a human’s first moment
when she lets herself become her own
as she enters her world
full of ecstasy and an umbilical cord

for she knows too well

All will emerge.

Can we let it?

Can we let this song that dances in our souls come to fruition in patience, in pain, in presence to remain
here?

Can we peel ourselves off from the pavement we’ve been pounded into and find the song that sings us into freedom
here?

Can we soar and can we dive into the abyss of uncertainty in the certainty of this liberator spirit who lives within?

Can you let her?

Will you let her

emerge.