Hear Through the Hum
A poem about readiness to launch, and learning to be guided by an inner listening. — There is a path cut between two cliff walls, following course of river. There, dip your hands into the cool stream, gazing forward ready to launch now, following each flow line. I can do this. You can do this. Slow and steady now, find the space between strokes, a curl into silence. Be guided by an inner listening, not only nose to grindstone but also face to toward realm of mystery.