But what we forgot

Did you know
that you know everything already?

You just forgot, is all.

This process of life,
this learning, this re-remembering
is our stepping back thru the gate
of that promised land.

Trellised in forgiveness,
bridged with lotus blossoms,
we are the seeds
struggling thru watery qualm,
to be constantly newly born.

We dance upon the land,
swimming as skylarks
blending into the brilliantly blue
shedding all clouds of doubt
as layers of mulch.

No under-glass, hothouse flowers us.

We weather the frosts, the droughts,
the unsettled indecision, the burning,
until there is nothing left

but what we forgot.

mj 11.5.17 poem