An opportunity,

A slick cycle year later,

To do it over differently,

Knowing what I know now:

The infinite vastness,

Of what I really don’t know.

Knowing, though, that love,

Is already with-in me.

Knowing the Freedom,

In intentionality,

Listening intently to,

The bird-song lightness,

Easy to miss it,

Of the heart-beat voice,

The ancient one at the core

Of us and of Earth at our feet.

We can frequent its frequency,

Bigger than the moon,

Yet smaller than the molecule,

Quicker than sound,

Yet slower than “soon” feels,

When I’m longing for you.