Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser, mute swan
I saw it, its bill like the compass needle
which is wholly committed to truth.
I knew of its pertinence the very moment
my heart took flight.
You see, beauty isn’t for figuring.
Beauty exists only for the embodiment of beauty ~
a holy union of form and essence
to be lived into the world like
the sacred contract between mated swans.
And oh yes,
I’ve changed my life.
© 2011-2013/Jamie K. Reaser
Response to questions asked by Mary Oliver in her poem, The Swan.
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (www.hiraethpress.com)