[200] Quiet Calling

It's natural to flourish, to yearn to be

Like a tree, a plant, a flower,

reaching, growing, toward the sun

sometimes even taking great strides

to push through hard pavement,

to take a wonderous bow.

Like babbling brooks thirsting to flow,

unearthing their way, over and around

rocks and debris, to find its way downward

toward the sea.

Like mayflies synchronizing their mating

or coral dwellers spawning in delight

with the pull and the rhythm

of the phases of the moon.

Each living thing knows how to flourish

each pulled by a timekeeper

that waxes and wanes

—even you and me.

It's the voice within

quietly, sometimes loudly,

whispering, murmuring,

even shouting, saying

"Go this way!"

And when we listen, and we do

we flourish like the trees,

like the plants and the flowers,

like the brooks, the mayflies,

and the coral dwellers living below

—all responding to the pull

of the sun, the rhythm of the sea,

the quiet calling of the moon,

and the enchanting voice

deep in you.