This was my post on January 11, 2010 ... a poem that came after a hike into the Rockies with a friend. This image of life struggling forth from hard rock moved me. My life felt like that back then ... like little was supporting my growth but yet I was growing. I am so grateful for all the miracles that happened in the past two years.
"If one is lucky, a single fantasy can totally transform a million realities."
-- Maya Angelou
I dream of being.
I dream my roots deep down into the impervious,
sun-warmed granite where their tendrils drill into
the tiny cracks and crevices where life hums.
I dream of truth.
I dream my dark spine rising upward
into the harmony of sun and earth and rain and wind
until it sings one clear note of an ancient melody.
I dream of love.
I dream my green needles into the crystal air
dancing light beams back to the sun
in a forever rainbow waiting simply for rain.
I dream of death.
I dream my shadow across the lichen children
reaching outward further, further each hour
stretching beyond, yearning ... yearning for ...