The Unfurling

Image: Origin unknown (from Earthschool harmony's FB page)

Poem dedicated to Vara Dionne with gratitude for the inspiration

I cannot help but be moved

by the silent unfurling

of fiddlehead and

floral opulence.

What if I could come undone

with such beauty

and willful surrender?

Grace is the heart throb of the Beloved.

Let me speak with a tongue

of liquid pearls

and repeatedly turn mySelf

inside out

until my heart is evident to even

the weariest eye.

This, I feel,

is what it means

to unfold –

to risk to blossom

amidst a world of witnesses.

© 2011-2012/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (www.hiraethpress.com)