SHE JUMPS
There is no joke to the leap
morgan greer deck
might you be laughing.
There is no seriousness to the leap
might you be glib
Maybe it is the jump into
what seems void and empty
that stirs and provokes
~
Maybe what can’t be seen
or held, or appears to not be able
to be stashed, or carried
In the tunic, the sash,
the tight fitting pants,
Or that tattered pouch on a stick
slung aimlessly over the shoulder
holding nothing but stones
and poetry , a sprig of love
and a twig of fear, the sound of
Eternity’s enchantment whispering
~
Might these hold you to the limited belief
that what needs having to leap into Life
Is not had for such emptiness
So much unknown-ness,
So much riskiness
So much fool hardiness
into the boundless void.
~
Ah, for the little dog called Loyal
Faithful innocence of joy and the moment
Instinctual knowing in the
Wisdom of Love unconditional
~
And she listen to the talisman pouch
as it whispers the certainty of what is unseen
in the infinite beyond.
It gives call to the Alchemical
process of the impossible mixed with the
improbable.
~
She Jumps
