The Journey ( Resumed – After Mary Oliver )

It never began but resumed              
on some lackadaisical day                  
when you least expected joy  
amid the everyday mundane—                  
               
or, maybe it was an extraordinary
moment orchestrated by love              
activating clarity of intuition                  
subcutaneously dormant within you;                
a minute idea-like mammal                  
etching its way blindly                  
through hallowed cavities                
of your solar plexus—                   
               
its sacrosanct cave reflecting                  
a déjà vu of something                  
vaguely remembered                
and familiar; an ingrained            
pattern of repetition. . .              
                
Millenniums of theory                
hammered upon an iron anvil                 
of imagination and speculation                
into understanding                  
exactly, exactly why everything,  
especially you  
exist to overcome  
such undesired contrast  
necessary to water your growth;  
   
not to provide an advantage—  
but, to accept its universal flow;  
allowing no inclement onslaught  
of circumstance or excuse    
to hold you back anymore.                     
~