Where would starting reside
if not for that first- if even fitful- step?
Tentative at first, like a toddler
on wobbly legs and shaking knees,
you and I have experienced this
too oft to tell, this starting and stopping
of steps. Yet, this is the nature of growth,
as forward movement- even with the slips
and slides backwards-wins out. We find
ourselves locked into repetitions’ pattern
of successive steps. As long as our feet
possess the ability of forward movement,
we will keep on step by first step,
until the moment-
when our stepping is done.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.