A wise man points out
that stars give birth to planets
and even galaxies are born and die.
Animals and plants, too, fulfill their destiny
–even when they need to build a nest
or store food for the winter,
they have plenty of time
to sit in the sun and sing.
We work, convinced: we must.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love my work.
There are things my soul yearns to do,
ways in which to be,
that are locked behind the thoughts:
I can’t. I don’t deserve it. I don’t have time or money.
Today I am allowing for the possibility
there might be another truth,
another way of thinking and being.
I don’t know.
Do the star and galaxy know
how to create the abundance that
lights up the firmament?
Does the seedling in the forest know
how soil and sky allow it to grow
into the enormous Redwood tree
it was meant to be?
I am simply asking my mind
to loosen the grip which holds
my narrow assumptions in place.
Isa Jennings lives in Elmira, Oregon. Retired from doing grief work with children and families, Jennings now offers spiritual healing retreats in the quietude of her country home and finally has all the time she wants to read and write poetry.