Finding Myself

If I find myself in the desert, let me not dwell on the burning sun and the parched earth,

But let me stand sleek and light like the solitary blade of grass,

Straining not to block the scorching winds, but bending gracefully,

Taking my sustenance from far beneath the hot sands where treasures have been laid,

If only I grow roots to reach them.

 

If I find myself in the deepest forest, let me be as the fawn, grazing where I might,

Sleeping where the grass is willing, listening to the wisdom of the trees in the stillness of the night,

Seeing not the dark loneliness but only the glint of moonlight

Silvering here a patch of leaves, there the lowly brush,

With the gift of hidden light.

 

If I find myself in faraway lands, let me be with simple people,

Eating as they eat, sleeping as they sleep,

Listening to their lives when I do not know their words,

Counting not the differences but seeing the self in each face,

The flicker of shared soul in even the strangest heart,

The holiness of eternal wisdom in one whose robes are different than mine.

 

If I find myself on the ocean, let me sail with what wind comes,

Gliding as the gull caught in a glisten of sun drenched droplets,

Held by the warmth rising up from the sea,

Rushing with a breeze cooled from somewhere else to take me on,

Mingling as a droplet within the wave

Unaware where I stop and others begin, only aware of the ocean we are, the effortless flow that sings through us as we reflect the light from above,

Striving to be crystal.