If you seek, She sees
And greets thy energy with the spring
of every possibility
And the fall of all in-between,
Yet even deeds She needs
For Synergy to fill serendipity spoons
from an endless pit.
Then work steady to the moon,
Stain with clay thy satin sleeves,
And Divine divides its offsprings
from halcyon creels
If you, as a bee, persist.
Then what a man can only dream
May flourish sideways as a spray,
As the two hands grip
To forge newborn pathways.
A nest to repose you and me
Awaits at the end of every day,
With a new dawn
So we can begin tomorrow again.
WILDsound Writing Festival 