"Pathways" by Mark Nepo

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---"Fence Pathway" by Drew Hendsbee

I don’t know why I was born

with this belief in something
deeper and larger than we can
But it’s always called.
Even as
a boy,
I knew that trees and light
and sky
all point to some timeless
center out of view.
I have spent my
listening to that center
and filtering
it through my heart.
This listening

and filtering
is the music of my soul,

of all souls.
After sixty years,
I’ve run

out of ways to name this.
Even now,
my heart won’t stand still.
In a moment
of seeing,
it takes the shape of
my eye.
In a moment of speaking,
the shape of my tongue.
In a moment of
it slips back into the lake of
When you kiss me,
it takes
the shape of your lip.
When our dog
sleeps with us,
it takes the shape of
her curl.
When the hummingbird
feeds her baby,
it takes the shape
of her beak
carefully dropping
food into our throats.


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