When the
simple and
straightforward
ones arrive,
with
their sickle-shaped
sentence-ending
punctuation,
asking – even
sometimes begging –
for a
declarative response,
if not an
exclamatory one,
we often
go into game-show mode,
swinging
for the fences.
Check off
a whole list and,
before
you know it, you may have
completed
a standardized test.
But when
the deeps arrive,
plummeting
beyond intellect,
to the
resting of still waters,
an
alternate modus operandi is required.
Here,
flailing toward resolution
is not
only futile,
but also counterproductive.
Extend an
invitation
for a
leisurely tea ceremony,
letting
ritual's familiarity make space
for a
question to rest in your heart,
unanswered,
sans anxiety.
This is a
place – both a physical location
and a
measure of time –
out of
which imaginations are fueled.
Steep
yourselves together,
that
answers may fall away,
and hope
plant her hook-like seed
deep in
your heart.
© 2015
Todd Jenkins
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