The choice

Life is an unfurling.

The Choice 

To stand frozen

Immobilized by fear

And turn to unfeeling stone

A monument to

What you could have been.

Or

To stand fearless

And open to the sun

Letting each part

Warm and fill and

Blossom forth.

The infinity of the universe

Chiming its echo within.

And yet

Stone, iron-hard, retains

Its unchanging self

Withholding, it also withstands.

And

The living growing

Flower of being,

In times of cold or desiccation,

Has small precious parts

Chipped away

And forever lost.   

© Catherine Blackfeather