What if the ordinary were already enough?
This week I invite you to remember the divine exists everywhere and in everything. Even the most ordinary of moments offer us a glimpse of something greater.
ordinary
you lay
down,
swirl your
fingertips
in the cool
stream—
surrounded
by water,
you want
to dissolve
into droplets,
melt into
brilliant sun,
diamonds in a
stream—
yet you
stay
clay,
heavy,
waterlogged,
waiting for
the flame
that will
turn the
wet dirt
into a
vessel
of light
the moon
is hiding,
the dark
howls—
you have to
quiet your
own thrumming
quaver to
hear the
whispers
i am here
too
i reside not
only in
the stars
or
the magic
of blossoms
or the
dance of
letters swirled
into gold
i am here too
among the
ordinary—
in the baked clay
that tastes
bitter as
it touches
your lips
i house the
unseen
miracles
of breath
come visit
me, i'll
spread a colorful
cloth, welcome
you in, welcome
you back
to your own
enchanted self
I hope these words warm, inspire and ultimately carry you forward in some small way.
May your week be filled with love and the steady, soft step toward home. <3
P.S.
“ordinary” first appeared in Amethyst Review (November 2024) and was recently published by Shanti Arts as part of my first poetry collection Desert Heart.
I’d be grateful if you wanted to support my work by reading my words. You can find a copy of Desert Heart here at the publisher. Or, if you’d like a signed copy paired with a personalized intuitive energy message, please click here.
