"Synchronicity", Majo

I ride the back of a massive whale
Called luck
Or chance
Or the convergence of the spheres
Or “Just coincidence, you dreamer, you”.

When my son was 12,
I told him that God winked at us
When things converged
He thought me more foolish then
Than even I was wont to be.
Today he says it back to me.

I work as a cashier
I play with numbers all day long
They wink at me many times a day.
My boss and I talk of what life was like
In the 70’s in the good old USA
As we talk, this woman writes her check
For her gas and cigarettes combined
It comes to 19 dollars and 70 cents -
Why?

This girl says it’s her birthday –
She’s 29 today
Her several purchases add up
To twenty-nine dollars cash American
Cool.

This is the first or second grade of the
“All things in synch” school
But fun and helps me pass the time
And, in their so-light ways,
These convergences
Dare me to still believe
This world is chaos - just
The senseless bouncing
Of the billiard balls of life.

Why did that old song
Play on the radio at just that perfect time?
Or, coming around that corner
Why did this perfect person appear?
Is there a guiding hand?
Do my five senses only
Know how to perceive
The seeming separateness of things?
This sixth sense – dormant most the time
Sees the web, the one tapestry of life
Can see what’s next
Because it’s all there at once
All the time.

Could it be
No matter what I think of you
Or my gripes that you
Are even here at all
That you were always meant to be here
Right this moment, now?

If I go deeper
Engage with you more full
It might get clear
The wink you have for me
And I for you

Or I will simply be surprised
How completely inadequate – or wrong
Is how I see you now?
And how perfect, now
That you are here in front of me.

If certain things connect like this
How can I make them happen more
Here in Asheville, where these things go on
Faster and much more than in the normal world?

What if the beauty is that
I don’t do it at all?
That maybe I don’t
Do anything at all?
This flash-frame
Where all seems one
May mean that all is one
There are no actors
Or those they act upon.

There is just life
Dancing its dance
Dancing us
Even when we just sit and watch.

(From Don't Take It Personal, 2007)