On days that are cloying, When my ears protest with ringing When my brain has decided to blanket itself with a heavy haze, Blurring my vision And Aching my bones... The Spirit and I agreed We should sit together and watch fish swim. And side by side there, just try to be. She tells me my scattered, anxious thoughts Will entice me To coil up all my energy and release it like a spring; Only to find I become weaker still, Snapped and broken. I tell her: "I'm glad you are ok with weakness. And I'm glad that's where you work best. I'm complex like a fractal, And you knit everything together so well Even when it looks so feeble and fragile." So, she sets aside these little pond days for me, Where we spend some time gazing at the fish, And I'm learning how to just be, I in Spirit and Spirit in me. My grace is enough; it’s all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness. 2 Corinthians 12:9 MSG
She is untamed chaos Fierce in her protective gaze. An enigma, A paradox, A joyful mystic, A volatile conductress. Surrender to the wild Goose Melt into her terrible embrace. She beckons you to cast off from the shore. Your feeble tin boat bobbing in the wind, the humming splash of water it's keeper. Let it float untethered. Let it drift and wobble. Toss aside your anchor; Abandon it, discard it, into the waiting sea. Surrender to the Wild Goose. 'Till the land becomes a distant haze; And you are given over to the spiralling adventure, the swooping whirlwind Under her Great Wings.