Monday, November 14, 2005

Metamorphosis

I'm changing, right before my eyes. Will I be a peacock, a raven, a hawk or an eagle? Will I be a phoenix rising up from the ashes of my own existence? Who will I be when the transformation is complete? Is it ever complete? Flux. Resistance. Shift. Fall. Resume. Unbind. Reconsider.

Faith crisis. The Chinese character for crisis also means: opportunity. What is my opportunity? What do I stand to learn, to gain, to lose? A divine invitation. Handshake. Back slap. An arm outstretched to meet me, but I'm across town drinking too much coffee, staying up late and sleeping all day. Tapping out the moments of my life like Morse code, but I don't know the translation. It's a secret I keep from myself.

Something is happening. In my chest cavity. In the grey labyrinth of my skull. In the snug cavern of my womb lit with blood. In my hands, reaching back for something.