Against all odds


tree of the rain


i was as much a guest of these words
as you are.
they wrote themselves
not asking or needing permission
to speak or to journey.

perhaps it is because this time,
the answer to that most necessary
beautiful blossoming
isn’t no

listen for a moment…
against all odds
intuition suddenly sparkles
with a useful certainty:

that no rule in the book of life
forbids a simple,
humble, curious trespassing
into an unexpected blessing.

there does come a time
when all the debts are paid
and a surprising freedom softens
the path and truth alike.
a time when silence and light
both sing the same song.

but if you are still uncertain
of this, and of the knowing
perhaps this time
simply ask…as i did
ask the tree of the rain.

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