My Steady Question
I ask of my Greater Consciousness,
the constant question,
What is true here?
This is how I meet myself,
and practice revealing my heart.
I sit under the Ciruela tree
in her beaded dress of Spring.
Her many hundreds of plums
green and oval, hard and small,
appear before she leafs full out.
So when I raise my eyes,
I see through beads of green
to pieces of clear blue sky.
What is true here?
Her jewels mantle me in love.
I use the question as a compass.
I ask all day and cannot lie.
This is how I find each present
given by my generous Greater Self.
Here is how I meet my moments.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
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