I am the Creator and Sustainer, the life force
that animates the trees, the faith that transforms
belief into something deeper.
I am as eloquent in death as birth, the always
and forever essence of emptiness and breath.
Speak any of ten thousand names and I am there
before the words leave your lips.
It is I who lift the heavens up, bind water into ice
or send it flowing toward the ocean.
You know me in every moment, yet you can't own,
define, or even make me line up with what your mind
would posit as reality.
My presence doesn't leave when your awareness
shifts from prayer to serving tea. The mind will
often need to focus elsewhere, but that doesn't
change the truth of me.
There are countless ways I can present myself to you,
but what is it that I truly wish to say?
It's this: Don't miss me in the rush to get things done.
I'm here right now, the pinnacle and root of love.
You don't have to stop doing what is yours to do,
retire to a cave, close the curtains tight, or meditate
from dusk to daylight.
I'm here right now. You are so much a part of me
that you tend to miss the forest in the trees.
Choose to behold me. Choose to know me. Choose
to acknowledge the communion occurring even as
you read these words.
Choice is all that is required for the spark of me
within you to catch fire.
One Soul: More poems from the heart of yoga, Danna Faulds, pg 48-49