I am clearing a space
here, where the trees stand back.
I am making a circle so open
the moon will fall in love
and stroke these grasses with her silver.
I am setting stones in the four directions,
stones that have called my name
from mountaintops and riverbeds, canyons and mesas.
Here I will stand with my hands empty,
mind gaping under the moon.
I know there is another way to live.
When I find it, the angels
will cry out in rapture,
each cell of my body
will be a rose, a star.
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I was reminded of the beauty and medicine of this poem recently when a friend mentioned she had been holding it close as she works to clear space in her life, finding what brings her joy and beginning to bring dreams to fruition.
The idea of creating space, of marking the four directions, of standing with empty hands, holds so much possibility if we can stand still, opening ourselves to what could be. Not always a comfortable place to be but rewarding when we don’t rush to fill the space with busyness, words, doing.
When the poet says ‘I know there is another way to live’, my attention was immediately captured. But it is the next line with the image of the angels crying out in rapture that rivets me. Imagine coming to a place in one’s life that angels will recognize the rightness of it, even as each cell of my body also recognizes this. As she says in the next stanza, ‘I am ready for whatever comes.’