Ann shared the poem “Origin” by Patricia Fearey
Not from the stars I come, nor from the spiral tides of worlds far born,
Though I have known all these.
Not from sun fire do I stream, nor from the steady winds of space,
Though these ring echoes in my heart.
There is no “where” where I come from.I am born from tenderness,
From hush between each second’s tick upon the arbitrary clock of Now.I am born from steady gaze upon all changes.
This the only hold on truth.I am born from fragile strength,
which winds with the bendings of the dance so vast
that this created I.. this function of myself as sentient participant…
can never reach the edge or touch the center it would know as Ultimate.I move through the flesh upon the tiny atom’s wing
And there is naught of me but breadth and pause between.There is no “where” where I come from.
For I am born of love.
To love is my return.Not from space, but from the heart of light I come,
And light am I as seed filled down upon the breeze.Not from time, but from the ever Now I venture forth,
and I am free as dawning song
To be becoming one with who I am.
