During this holiday time, I want to talk a bit about transformation and rebirth and share my poem “Unearthed Again” from The Way Under the Way. Many blessings to you!
During this holiday time, I want to talk a bit about transformation and rebirth and share my poem “Unearthed Again” from The Way Under the Way.
Unearthed Again
It starts out simple,
gets complicated and, by
burning what is not real,
gets simple again.
But it’s never done.
No matter if we’re tired,
spring comes and some undying
impulse breaks ground.
It’s the same with denial. Or pain.
Or love. One day, if blessed, the tulip
coated with soil is again a tulip,
and with an urgency we thought
we left behind,
we must wake.
I think we could forget
all the ways to study in school
and just wait for this moment.
Those who wake are the students.
Those who stay awake are the teachers.
How we take turns.