Message from the Ancestors

I find that when I stop teaching and the to-do lists dwindle, my mind turns to poetry. Reading it, memorizing it, reciting it and occasionally, writing it. These past two days, I walked some 8 miles each day through a sunny San Francisco, getting to know again by foot my beautiful city. And lo and behold, a little poem appeared.

And here it is.

MESSAGE FROM THE ANCESTORS

“Your boundaries are your quest.”  –Rumi

 When you reach the edge

 of what you can imagine

When you arrive at the boundary

             of what you can think

When you come to the border

              of what you can do

Take one more step.

And then another

                  and another.

Keep moving

toward the next horizon.

We are waiting for you.