We can be certain,
oh so certain,
that at the point of
That the essence of what is good in its midst,
Will continue to beat
Despite what appears to be
Feeling like Chaff in the wind perhaps,
when the life-wind blows eerily through.
whatever it was that formed that desire,
whatever it was that dream was riding upon
whoever that dream was dwelling within
And will not be destroyed.
That will be what stands when the life-wind blows.
It continues to beat,
after another enormous blow,
To give life,
to a new form.
For the arrival and the carrying of
that which the new season brings.
Perhaps to bloom brighter,
To bloom differently,
It’s placing new bodies over the same beating heart,
It’s placing a new melody over the existing rhythm,
Pouring the wine,
Into a new wineskin,
For the old cannot carry this new form.
We hold new strength,
That cannot partner with the old tired ways any further.
It is in dancing to this truth-beat
that we find a guide
to our living, moving, being.
The beat is the carrier,
Always on a trajectory
away from the dark,
towards the love-light.
In this, the beat will carry us
So that we might
meet new beauty,
When the odds are stacked.
So we do not fear
When we find we have apparently
Because we have not,
and never have we,
Was always ours.
never lost its confidence,
Nor its ability to beat
Deep and strong.
so that we might continue to exist in fullness,
to flourish always;
and after the blow.
The beat will continue in our honor,
as the way forward
when we find ourselves crushed,
so that we might always,
find a way to stand