hopefulness

among the soft words of the place

i know as home

so many are spoken

so kindly

so truthfully

that they compel through their mere existence

the need to be addressed

among them and most especially i know

the voice that passes through me

and honouring that voice

amid the turbulent divergence

and diversions

that i know as life

gives me hope

hope sings its song

in the language of every listener

shaping its body to the form of the cup

from which i drink

of life's experiencing

hope asks me to see

by the flickering candle flame that is the short-lived gift of my life

the great and small possibilities

that i am

and to love and respect

each as fully as my very own children

hope compels me

to embrace

my reflection

in the wine

that is this world

circulation

to see the possibility of what i intuited could happen so many years ago when i mistakenly assumed that the emerging digital connection was the very edge of what was possible or even necessary . . .

a manifestation of connectedness that speaks in one voice through many hands, minds, and hearts

the guitar circle of europe ~ circulation

possibilities

when i see myself stopped

and consider

the harmony or dissonance

in the echoes of my actions

when i watch myself stopped

and see the sometimes synchronous sometimes chaotic

dance of my choices

swirling outwards and intersecting

even melding

with the choices of others

i'm drawn into the kaleidoscope

of real and imagined worlds

possibilities

and actualities

even as they fall

around me like rain

and soak into the soil of this world's becoming self