Open

I am open to what comes my way,

from the winds beyond skies,

I know not when it will arrive,

what I do know is I can be ready,

stillness seems to help,

being quiet and alert,

the still small voice,

of the mighty is a paradox,

how could omnipotence,

be contained in a seed?

Yet it is the way of life,

subtle yet obvious,

the eternal ages,

encapsulated in time,

somehow, I abide,

in this mystery as I wait,

as there is movement,

I raise my eye and ear,

to hear and to see,

what is offered as a gift,

to me and through me,

to whomever receives,

this is my delight,

I am overjoyed,

here I am,

awaiting a stirring,

ready to be a conduit,

of some beauty and truth,

could there be a holier calling,

I can't imagine,

at least not for me,

here you will find me...

tony gilotte