A Blessing

A Blessing

The prayer of the mind

bleeds like sap from the

heart

of this pine, touched

once by the prayer

of the hand, One paw, the claws sharp

without malice.

Old scars run deep

weeping with life

and I am quiet here listening

breathing…

seeking wisdom,

Sophia…

did she pass?

Light comes, sudden

as a breath stopped short,

a voice, an open mouth

hungry and urgent

we must move, discover

the visitor within…

the mystic, the child,

the dog with his jangling

collar…

Idea forms,

but not idea exactly…

rather an irresistible urge held quiet,

so quiet. Solitude.