There, they scatter out like stars
In twos and threes, as light gives way to light;
In search of fuel – of energy –
From smile-turns and glances back. The site
Is spinning: orbits soon are formed,
And constellations set, in glowing mien:
A universe: desire and release —
To laugh, to see, and finally to
Be seen
Within the sphere that we can touch there is
The outline of illusory control;
In check marks, or in answers to the quiz,
The thrill of power resonates. The soul
Is born to yearning, stretching; not to harm,
But to increase our aptitude, until
We go beyond what eye can see, or arm
Can compass in, to that which kindles will.
For we would always have what we will have:
Perimeters and boundaries ignored,
The things or friends or gossip that we grab
That signify us greedy, vain, or bored —
And yet, within arm’s reach, we miss, I fear,
That all we’d ever needed was right here.
It can happen anytime
At any age, in any place —
A sudden, sharp awakening,
Much more than just a change of pace
It comes as gentle as a breeze,
Or sudden as a squall,
And suddenly, adventure doesn’t
Seem that strange at all.
A winter night, a summer day,
A whole new life in instant spent —
But once you find awakening
You’ll wonder where the rest of your life
Went
