The word spirit moves me
Around worlds and back,
Tickles me in all the right places,
Takes me on a journey with
Fairies, fables and everything
I’m still training my heart to see.
But, that word, spirituality,
It does not roll off the tongue,
And causes no small confusion.
Is it spiritual to see forever
In a tide retreating to the horizon,
To want to sit under a tree
And learn its ancient wisdoms?
Do we need a name for the way
We edge forward step by step,
Trying as best we can to know
A love so vast and deep it makes
Flower buds swell and birds soar,
And brings together even the most
Disparate and lonely among us?
Take me on a path that has no name,
Teach me to sing from my belly
And to dance fierce and reckless,
Show me the space between two stars
And help me forget that I am striving,
And let us dip into the deepest waters,
And know beyond knowing that we live.