Second Birth

12/3/09

I sit in silence and I wait,

The butterfly, the hummingbird,

Morning visitors, the clock at eight -

In the silence an unspoken word

Sounds within this seeking breast.

What will be when Light comes down

I do not know yet will not rest

Until the psychic being flown

Beyond self's prison bars is free

And I released from thought and need

Become what I was meant to be

As the tree knows in the seed,

Ascend the heights, my roots in earth,

And patient wait my second birth.