Make
From sunbeam slanting dust-motes dance,
a universe.
Make a breath,
a sigh from lips still moist with dawn,
and in the breath out,
shape the gossamer swoon of longing.
Make a memory,
a phantom limb of lost laughter,
catch it on to the silence
where whispers tenderly bloom.
Make a wish
upon the bruised velvet of dusk,
let it drift like dandelion seed
on currents unexplored.
Make a tear,
a dissolved pearl
tracing the landscape of sorrow,
and in its shining descent,
find the glow of resilience.
Make a silence heavy
with unspoken realities,
a canvas where the heart’s unspoken language
can be read.
Make a bridge of bone and tendon,
bridging voids of doubt,
with every step a testament to the will
that relentlessly unfurls.
Make a song
out of the murmuring secrets
of the leaves
a melody of impermanence,
sweet and haunting.
Make a firefly’s blink
in darkening indigo,
a tiny spark
against the vastness of night.
Make an outstretched hand,
comfort gesture or angry hug,
touchable link
in the tangled web of being.
Make a story
from fragments of a dream,
weave the surreal threads
into waking’s tapestry.
Make a life of learning,
a mountain of stored lore,
then in its shadow,
find the knowing
that requires no more.
Make the mind a vessel,
filled to its boundless capacity,
then trust the deeper flow,
the wisdom that it holds.
Make a moment linger awhile,
a sweetness on the tongue,
linger over its fleeting sweetness
before it dissolves into the now.
Make a world
within the limits of your own skin,
a sanctuary where strength and vulnerability
are blended.
Make it real,
this fleeting,
glimmering dance
this short and lovely becoming.
