Knowing worth having

Walking among the trees today

I received an image of myself

suddenly, mysteriously,

and it took my breath away

Where did that come from, I thought

still wonderstruck by such magic

We humans yearn to know ourselves

so we can hold on

so we can survive

the emptiness which always beckons 

But the knowing of ourselves worth having 

arises in ways unknown

Showing up not because of our chase

but despite it

Perhaps the wind sweeps it into us

Perhaps the trees are whispering our true name

Perhaps the sun shines

little clues into our hearts everyday 

Rock has called me home 

more than once

And Hawk has swooped down to stop me 

as his eyes bore into mine

with an urgent message

still undulating in my body

We are formed by countless such moments

when life silently imprints itself into our knowing 

while we are busy 

building monuments to mere identities 

It is delightful to be surprised 

by our own true face

when we are shown it

without warning or fanfare

Like the Great Artist,

revealing her portrait of us,

still soaking wet

from lavish love strokes

yet for some reason ready now 

to be ecstatically shared