There is no insurmountable solitude,
All paths lead to the same goal:
to convey to others what we are.
And we must pass through solitude and
difficulty, isolation and silence
to find that enchanted place
where we can dance our clumsy dance
and sing our sorrowful song.
But in that dance, and in
that song, the most ancient rites
of our conscience fulfill themselves
in the awareness of being human.
We shape our self
to fit this world
and by the world
are shaped again.
The visible
and the invisible
working together
in common cause,
to produce
the miraculous.
I am thinking of the way
the intangible air
traveled at speed
round a shaped wing
easily
holds our weight.
So may we, in this life
trust
to those elements
we have yet to see
or imagine,
and look for the true
shape of our own self,
by forming it well
to the great
intangibles about us.
