The Living Present: An Open Question

A portal is a trap-door from one world to the next

Once we consumed them

The tree appeared

As if we were transported

From the world of deadlines

And so much planning

To a place where time was measured

By the depth of moss-cover, dappled light

& 1000 shades of green.

We called her grandmother maple &

she stood before us–as offering.

Do you know what you are doing?

She posed.

She didn’t say we were wrong

Or even try to give us advice

She posed the question.

That’s all.

An open question is perhaps the kindest gift.

When it is given, at just the right time.

We have the opportunity

To live it

Not to answer it

Or make excuses

But to hold it close to the heart

And let it change us

–Slowly.

For it will

An open question

One that pierces convention

And the seeming stability 

of your own insanity

When placed inside a

Human heart

It will change

You

Daily

For the good.