If I could snap to perfection,
If I could skip the journey and
just land in paradise,
Would I refuse to
climb the mountain,
if I knew I could be plunked
right at the top?
Could I enjoy any success
if I didn’t work for it?
Who would I be without my stories?
Just a woman, fingers dancing on keys,
sitting here, breathing, at peace.
My body danced this evening
and now it is spent.
My heart sang and laughed.
My hands painted and drew
and mothered and colored today.
Without my stories
this day was utter paradise.
Please Divine Spirit,
let me stay attuned to what is real,
that I may live in this one moment
grateful for what is.
There are as many visions of paradise
as there are stars in the sky…
but this is my vision:
a peaceful forest,
I see sunlight filtering through trees
and soft moss blanketing the ground.
Ferns are everywhere, lush as they are
by the soft rain that has fallen slowly
and quenched their thirst
that they have no choice
but to reflect the beauty
of the sky, the space,
the air that breathes magic,
life, comfort, wholeness, health,
glowing with communion,
the shared experience
of harmony through conscious
the very definition of generosity
innocent and complete.
All at once this is a dream
and the reality of our mother’s
gifts to us.
Honoring what we have been given
is not only polite,
but it allows us to sleep at night;
as we take care of her
we take care of us,
that the flowers continue
producing nectar and the wind
whispers, gently caressing the lichen
that has grown so exuberantly
on the sunbathed rock,
that we may hold what is precious
and give life back to life,
that we may know the purity
of the same rivers and lakes
as they flow in our veins,
that we may eventually find rest
in our mother’s sweet embrace again.
The NaPoWriMo prompt was a call to action…to find a favorite poem and choose a specific word, then take that word and write words related to that word using free association…then construct a poem from those words. I chose the word “paradise” from Mary Oliver’s poem “The Chance to Love Everything.”