dancing in the fields of clover

I was dancing in the fields of clover in a peal of laughter holding a tail of the unknown, one with eternity. When the eyes are open to all things that could mean fulfillment, true fulfillment, it’s hard to let go of preconceived notions and begin your own journey. At times, it’s hard to focus on the tiger you caught hold of knowing in the garden – the teeth are hard to cross when face to face. The knower meets the unknown and suddenly there is truth. Through a strawberry blossom in my window, the sage listens and sees me dancing.