Harmony
I understand it now;
my fear of singing on stage
Singing in public
faulted the logic
of “doing” to merit the wage
The setting I was in
was perfect for revealing
the helpless core;
the futile lore
of the structure I called “my being”
I pitted that structure
against the pain of failure
All along sinking,
all along thinking
that action itself was my tenure
My true existence
was a glimpse now and then;
just enough to keep me going
in the boat that I was rowing
while Awareness silently nurtured my pen
The Sea very gently shattered my vessel;
freeing what I took to be my hobby
In the space backstage
was the humble sage
I had not planned to show anybody
Yet here she is
as the seer, the seen and the seing;
as proof in itself
that Life needs no help
from me when it comes to Being
The instant I accepted the dreary fact
that I cannot at all do the singing,
I heard the bells
tell the truth of all wells:
I am what I am through the ringing
Katrine 2004
May all your Nows be Here