I hear the forming ice displacing the water
beneath it.
A resounding message of creation begs to frighten;
yet its sound heralds a profound comfort.
The frozen lake shifts beneath me.
Adrenaline pumps through my body.
“Am I safe?” questions instinct.
“Profoundly safe” answers soul.
What meanings do I listen for as I wait?
What have I heard that I cannot yet understand?
What echoes reverberate within my water-body?
Who can interpret this language of frigid northlands?
Here I am, bundled against the cold,
laying on the ice,
waiting.
Knowing the movement is silently preparing its voice
soothes my patience.
I must feel the cracking.
I must know the shifting.
If my life drains from me, so be it—
so strong is the pull
of something I don’t want to resist.
If only it weren’t so cold—
that of course is The Essence.
