the way forward

the way forward is lined with ten thousand blooms of singular actions
And it matters less what these actions are,
long as they are rooted in wholesome & mindful soil; the ground from which radiance emerges

Many petals will be imperfect, seeds that never see the light,
and stalks trampled upon from feet that know not where they step or the beauty that lives beneath

to this:

rest easy, love deeply, and forgive freely
as the balance is evermore sprawling than where our own petals drop & roots reach

My way forward has a range of blooms, and so does yours,
as they weave together our paths become a garden

Paz Q ~ Salt Spring Island ~ March 2024

a yearning

I yearn to welcome you home with a bounty of what I’ve grown,

so I give myself to this land. If all withers and the fruits rot, there’ll be a deeper reverence for the soil, sun, and stone; from our first mother who gave us flesh and bone. Soon we’ll return to find our place beside her.

My good friends, lovers, strangers - if all else withers and the fruits rot, I’ll meet you there laden with a bounty still; that of song and spirit.

…

I yearn to live in companionship. As a field of budding wildflowers do; finding the new day’s sun, singularly together fulfilling simple yet potent purposes. While many moments I’m content alone, I become wholesomely alive as I meet the dawn with fellow faces who rise & reflect this shared experience.  

…

I yearn for greed & hatred transfixed by fear to be forever cleansed from this expansive landscape.

These attributes have held a purpose. From their enacting and consequence they’ve cracked the vessel; the container that holds our perceived existence. And from those fissures the light spills in, unveiling & illuminating the shadows that are cast. I peer through the fractures seeking this radiance to encompass us. And I wait not for saintly, political, or cosmic intervention. I arrive here now with this vessel-shattering, re-contacting, divine-enacting intention, 

and I do not carry it alone.


…………..

now as I yearn, I also release
any attachment to this future peace.

regardless,
I fully give to these pursuits,
accepting  that I may never taste their fruits. 

…

Paz Q ~ Salt Spring Island ~ May 2024