"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 life
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 silence,
it slips back into the lake of center.
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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