Waterways

The heart that hurts is ready,
ready to burst and quench
your love-longing
with a torrent of healing tears,
washing you up on the shores
of your precious soul.

Your path is to be,
and be on the path you are on,
but only as it falls,
right now, in this moment,
beneath bare feet.

We are beings, not doings,
and we never truly stray:
the next breath tells us
the new breeze reminds us,
the waking Sun beckons us
to remember.

And whether we remember or forget
wake or sleep, dream or despair,
the truth of what is
remains.

And whether passions are blind
or eyes wide open,
these Missoulian Floods of the heart will continue
to rise and burst, rise and BURST,
until the Columbia Gorge of our soul
is carved apparent
and the floodplains of our longing,
nourished with rich sediment,
are themselves bursting,
overflowing with Harvest!

And so the story goes, and always has:
We know not what else to do but love,
because love is the only real doing.