Enter in.
So far
that you see the passageways within.
When you don’t where to go
but around in circles,
you see how everything in life
is spiral.
We are sometimes whisked into the air
like planets spinning
but even they are on their
vortex trajectory.
There is order in the chaos
unperceived by our short sightedness.
Trust then in the gaping hole
at every entrance.
We are a mollusk in a shell
longing for home,
while living in its curved
sanctuary.
Though we feel ourselves
at the mercy of the ocean currents
we are adrift upon the mystery
of the Great Wisdom.
Not lost and not without
ways forward.
Though we turn and we pivot
and we somersault,
while falling we are learning
how to fly.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
June 2022
Living Tree Poetry 