With the fading light of day comes a reminder.

Pulsing just behind the veil of time,

walking alongside us in perfect symmetry,

Change-Maker has arrived.


With nothing bolted to the ground,

the inner tides rise and swell

and push us toward new ways of flourishing.


We were born from the soil.

Did we really not expect

the husk-cracking of self

when we flirted with the light of awareness?


The Teacher says:

If you go, you will be stretched.

If you remain, you will be stretched.

It is a question of scenery, and whether one is truly fed.

It is a question of blooming and where best and with whom one can do so.


Even if it means being stranded

with only the vast sky as company,

there's no denying the longitude and latitude of a calling.

It can be denied for a while,

but Change-Maker ripples through the seen and unseen

and will be waiting for us come morning.

(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com

sound: Glimpse / World's Edge / Steve Roach