Look Up

When the vortex spins

A gravity strange

A twist and pull

That makes one’s

Head spin down, splayed

Lying sideways on the ground

As if the soul turns itself

In rescue position,

breathing low & slow

Accept the rest…

And yet,

Look up

See what still grows, soars

Shines from above & beyond—

This vortex of birth, reach

Still lives in you, playing quietly

A song sparrow morning flight,

A midnight burst of starlight

A cherry tree afternoon pink bloom,

An evening rise of waxing moon

Look up, while pressed

Like a stone in river bed

Feeling the rush of aliveness

washing over you, bedspread

Remembering your belonging

The stone & water, same river

The waxing & waning, same moon

The blue & bright & grey, same sky

The flowers & fall leaves, same tree

The arrests, the tests,

same body of life

Look up,

When the vortex spins

A gravity strange

While life sinks, drinks you in

going down the drain

May you trust in the return of the thrust

May you feel your exhale,

inhaled by life’s clouds

Looking up, into the swirl, whirl

As a bird looks down upon the earth

May you know you are healing,

still of precious worth

Even in sensations of floundering,

you belong to the fluttering—

To Natures divine creativity,

Astounding!!

Keep looking up