Living Questions

I feel the questions

Entering my skin

Like midnight’s moonlight of longing

An ancient longing

I sense came generations before me

I feel the questions

Rising up

Like a tickle in my womb of creation,

The womb of co-creation

I sense channeling through me

I feel the questions

Vibrating in my bones

Like a song remembered

from the future

For a time I sense

I may never live to see

Yet rise each day to greet

I feel the questions

Swelling my tongue like a ripening

of unspoken words of my heart,

Holy words I sense

don’t belong to me, yet consume me

I feel the questions

Coming and going like my breath

As if the long shadows sweeping across

the afternoon shape the inflection of

wonder, wondering,

and the questions breath in me

again and again—to feel my aliveness

within & beyond me

I feel the questions swirling at the bottom of my coffee cup, in my barefeet

I feel them on the forehead of my teenager where she still lets me kiss her goodnight, on the eager brow of my new puppy, in the smile wrinkles of the elder

I feel the questions piling up in the slimy compost in my kitchen sink, dirty laundry, murky puddles of low tide

I feel them pressing on me

by the cedars,

singing into me by the birds, the rain

I feel the questions pulsing in my dance

as if the music has awakened

the wonder of being alive,

birthed me anew for this moment

I feel the questions swelling within,

pouring in from beyond

and all I can do not to burst

is to write poems into them

To write into the Mystery

with my poetry as prayer…

As all the answers continue to arrive

on the wings of new questions

In my reverence for the unknowable—

Yet deeply felt as hallowed Joy for

the Sacred diversity of Aliveness

*Spiritual offering—Take notice of questions living in you, can you name the sensations without labeling them good or bad, hold them up in reverence to the Mystery of being Alive🌀then take notice how they change in you🙏