Today, I need to honor,
the callings of my soul.
It is to she I remain accountable,
and to all else, there are no others.
So I took my soul for a walk today…
To stroll budding crocus and greening leaves
in the company, my canine family,
to walk the tracks, of the migrating moose,
as the mind can quickly
become the terrain
in which one dwells in the tending
to the business of life
to the details of the day
For each generation the landscape is dynamic,
Yet the energy of life, the same.
It becomes all so encased
in this ego effort at life
And so today, my soul calls…
to witness, the blooming of life
to hold honor,
for the return of spring.
Its arrival is short
and life so brief
How could I pass it all by,
In the minutae and the entanglements,
for the crocus knows the secret
to the grace of gentle living
and if I slow to its calling
I will hear its whispers
in the hallway of my soul.