It didn’t take a whole lot of effort
or even a moderate amount of thinking
to get to the edge of the cliff
the jumping-off spot
Where you’d like as not stop
to relish the fat fear
while seeking faith
in all the nooks and crannies
Where the words
could not prop you up
trepidating, vacillating
imitating courage
Until you were ready to leap
and lean on your wings
Moon had gone to bed
off to play in dreamland
on the other side
Stars were hiding-seek too well
as if they’d dropped from the sky
• • •
In darkness thick as rabbit fur
we traversed the wood
Listening to the breath of silent wind
feeling the way with bared feet
With eyes closed and hearts open
and the simple faith of trusting children
Until, at last, we arrived home
without a scratch or trepidation
When it feels as if, once again
the bottom has dropped out
And you’re hanging out
over the precipice
In faith, you will discover
you can lean back into Spirit
Wherein, all is safe
and loving…
Kamikaze squirrel
little hairy samurai
Praying to his food
in reverence
as vehicles whizz by
Standing there on the pavement
at the edge of the freeway
Reminds me of the truth
that Spirit is everywhere
that it’s all sacred
…that foolish faith
makes for an intrepid warrior
