little by little
this growth that begins and ends with me.
threaded stitch by stitch,
inch by inch.
I am made of a million miniature choices,
in the chorus of the song of learning.
Grand leaps are important
soul’s dark nights most relevant
and sometimes a whole lifetime
comes into perspective in an instant.
But evolution is primarily a journey of persistence,
taken one step at a time.
It may seem interminable
the wait for full freedom unbearable
from the outside imperceptible:
wisdom blends and bubbles like slowly-rising bread,
each breath another woven thread.
Rarely do we leap tall wounds in a single bound
or unbind ourselves in a single prayer.
little by little,
tortoise, not hare
hearing the way,
we get there by learning
there is nowhere to go
only this next curious moment.