Possibly...

Hold on to possibility

Release and release and release again

Until all that we have 

has been

 transformed into all that we need

Until all that we need becomes all that we have

Plant the seeds of future growth

In the fertile soil of today’s preparation

Be here now

Now be here

Be

Here

Now

Until now is then

Until then is held in the palm of the hands of now

Until all that there is

Is present

Choosing the path that is going the direction travelled

And going the direction the path is travelling

Possibility is the seed of all that is

The seed that encodes the very growth of my future

That holds the heartache

The laughter

The jubilance

The terror

The entire essence of my being

The cusp of the pass

The turning points of good and bad choices

The culmination of

Ecstatic weeping

Desperate rejoicing

And angels dancing on heads of pins

Until there is nothing more to do than gather the fruit of who I am

Harvest the propagations of expectations

That have combined into an amassed silo of Be-ing

To sift through and discover the seeds of possibility

To sow into the future path of forever

Re-Forming Me

Re-Forming Me

I am standing my ground
            as the tempest roars

It swirls around me
                        threatening to rend my spirit from my soul
            to shred all of time and space
to rip the essence of my being from the very fiber of my existence

I breathe in the chaos
tasting bitter
                  choking dust
            drawing in every last bit
knowing
            there has to be clean air somewhere on the other side
  sucking for my last gasping breath

Until there is nothing for me to do but exhale

I hold onto it a bit longer
terrified that the exhalations will
            redefine destruction
as the chaos
                        exits
         my being

I open my mouth to
            PUSH OUT
                        the enraged roar building
              within the inhaled
                    whirlwind
        held within my core

And

out flow blessings
out flows new growth
out flows sweet water
out flow fresh winds of change

I empty my lungs and turn myself
            inside out
to completely clear the murky hurricane
from every darkened doorway
                                    crevice
                                       and pore
of my conscious and unconscious selves

And

I inhale the changed storm
            realigning the regurgitated me
until I am once again whole
                        intact
            complete and

                                                            Still

Standing my ground