Blessing

I do not remember. I do not know.
I know without knowing, a glancing blow, a ricochet,
an echo of something loving.

I do not recall. I do not know.
I know without a fullness required to summon a memory
of those I knew and even some that I know.
It's a dangerous atmosphere, not the kind of danger that makes us shudder,
but the kind that increases the heart rate,
the breathing, just enough to feel our animal emerge.

I say I only seek the truth and perhaps that's not the way to proceed. Perhaps I am scribing the pathway for Me to follow? I do not know.

I am becoming familiar with this dance, in and out of prayer.

I do know, but it seems, at this juncture, to always be accompanied by not knowing. A blessing or a curse?

(Echo)

Blessing...

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime