Seeing Clearly

I'm delving into my torn out journal pages and immediately confronted with the line-- the action of inaction. I've been there. It's the place where I go back and forth, but often stay in that space rather than move forward. There's action in inaction. So much goes into staying put.

Alicia Ostriker notes that " the philosopher sits in the desert, and sees that it is a garden." The arid stretches and hot temperatures may blur vision.

e.e. cummings wrote, " May I be I is the only prayer-- not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong." The rub-- we may spend years finding the I.