Unnaming

Here on this cliff of uncertainty

The plans I have made

Push me to choose between

Leaping or pulling back

Falling or u-turning

Yet there is a quiet third choice—

If I remain curious in place

An Unnaming…

As if all those plans

Formed on the backs of my hands

Like a map of swirling lines,

Pathways followed with names of spaces

Thrilling hill, forgotten forest,

Vitality valley, lake of longing,

Serious sidewalks, freeway of frenzy

City of compassion, treehouse towns

Grieving gorges, moments on mountains

Disappear on my skin

As if all that I have traversed

As if all that I have rehearsed

Dissolve from my mind

In an Unnaming…

of behind or future

And I become like rain on that cliff

Soaking into the earth

Down into the cracks,

Absorbed by the deep time of rock

Dissolving me and all my plans

Trusting my fluidity will take me

To where I am needed,

Where I must flow next

To quench the thirst for love beyond me

Photo by Phil Hutcherson with onmurdencove.com