Until I see what is
There is no way to change
When I allow myself to see –
To look at my reality
Stripped of illusion and
Without the heroic frame work
Of goals and effort
Then – then the overwhelming
Grief floods in undermining
My foundation.
Pulling away
The sands upon which I stand.
This is my first step toward change
To see what is – to be flooded
With that grief – to die unto the new.
Will I survive?
Will I succumb?
Can I trust that
A new vision will appear?
How will I know
Unless I try?
– jml (4/2005)
