How much of what we do
is tied up in what we’ve done?
how much of who we are
is a mad, mad push to maintain
the “I”, I said I am
And who am I?
Can I be so narrow –
frozen like the ice blocks
that built the igloo?
Can I be so sure
that this little world of sureity
I’ve created is so sure, so secure – that important?
“We were born to learn”
said my friend who came to learn
And a cup that is filled has no room for more
I’d rather be like the earth than the ice
Like the earth who collects
what its given –
and brings forth something new each time.
We plant seeds, she gives back a garden
Adam – Adama – Earth
To let land sit fallow is to let it be over run
I am not frozen in time
a pile of rocks; the sum of my life, to sit there for eternity
I’m not indestructable
I’m the Earth; a wide expanse of potential
I can be roses one day and palm trees the next.
I can plant change and reap growth.
dig into me with shovels and spades
for a new year is coming
and I have more to give
Pull up the weeds
yank hard and get dirty
Make way for the New Year!
Make Space for the New Year!