Drifting

A slow lull lives underneath

My Intentional life directions

Surfing beneath me

Surprising me like a shadow of a fish

Coming through my waters from behind

Catching the splash light, ripples of only where its been

Flickering white like a sail in still waters

Moved by deeper currents

Currents Running through me,

Running through all that is

A kind push lives behind

My shoulder blades

Pressing flatly, plainly, simply, warmly

As an act of palpable godliness,

As if hands of my ancestors press upon me

Dampening the effects of others beliefs

in cold, sharp, profane world

A gentle pull lives in front

Of my ribs as I take

another deep breath,

another intrepid step

As if I’m being reeled

into a higher calling

Beyond my understanding,

Consumed by this purpose

I never planned, feared actually

There is suffering with resistance

Or a softening of the pain

if I allow myself to surrender into

this divine lull, pull, push—

Drifting with all of Life

instead of adrift in my Life