What in your life is calling you?
When all the noise is silenced,
when the meetings adjourned,
the lists laid aside,
and the wild iris blooms by itself in the dark forest,
what still pulls on your soul?
In the silence between your heartbeats hides a summon,
do you hear it?
Name it, if you must,
Or leave it nameless,
but why pretend it is not there?