perhaps all you need
is to fold
your thinking body
low to the ground
no longer the one in charge
this is where you hug
the earth, ask the beech tree to cover you
with copper

now you might begin
to see the perplexing thing
with your inner eyes
now you might begin
to know fear as a teacher, or
even more
as a healer

what’s that?
you no longer remember how to use them?

stop fretting
your body knows what
to do

step out of the common answers you have stitched
so diligently onto the lapels
of your life

you are a soft body of wisdom, an old, hoary
knowledge

perhaps you should change
the song
playing inside your head

after all, you are a mouth
full of music
a throat
ripe with your own words
look! here they are
ready
waiting to go
where you tell them to go

do you know
what to do with this?

© Liezel Graham 2023

{📷 an image from our drive to Port of Menteith this afternoon—seeing the world with different eyes, climbing outside of the old and the comfortable—a different perspective}