by Liam

Let’s open up the idea beneath each action

Uncover its means, reveal its intent.

We move, we fold, we lie,

 but why? 

because life presses upon us,

because hunger calls,

because love beckons.

Yet beneath these visible gestures,

An invisible force quickens

to life

Intent, is my hidden ember

cradled in the soul,

Glowing long before the flame.

Before the hand reaches,

before the word is spoken,

before the road is chosen,

Intent strives forward within us;

a listening,

a longing,

a subtle calling.

This yes, is deeper than fear,

remembering a horizon

Our eyes have not yet seen.

When intent is fractured,

we scatter like startled birds.

When it remains whole,

even our smallest step

rings with belonging.

So tend to your intention,

Discover it within your own depth and ask:

What future am I watering

with the light of my attention?

For the world grows

in the direction

of what we intend.

And every dawn

waits patiently

for the shape of our becoming.