Let the voices speak for themselves
the undulating mentors called waves and trees
the choir of storms in your pulse
the endless still lake holding it all
in the basement of your being
The black pebble is your ally
the hidden footprint
of the mid-autumn wind your friend
carrying the next turn within
So why then are you pretending
to be so alone?
Become a true citizen of earth
and apprentice yourself to the convergence and the breakdown
Receive that sometimes fierce thrust, sometimes gentle caress of a world wanting
to open you up
With no small talk, but questions
that make you bigger
by the mere asking of them
Yes, change you must—You accept that
but can you surprise even your secret self
at your grand unfurling?
Lean into the raucous conversation.
Can you overhear yourself?
Are you startled by those dangerous utterances
flying from your endless beautiful cavern,
like bats hungry for dusk,
the hour of change?
-Ryan Van Lenning