Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, October 14, 2021

THE INVITATION

You could fasten
feathers to it.

Hear the air 
riffle through

its wings
as it takes flight.

Imagine it
carries you,

buoys you 
up and out of

the grinding
mind of time,

where the
days, the hours, 

and minutes 
aren’t counting

themselves down 
or arcing 

or spiraling
in one direction

or another
toward some

weighty destination.
There is only

the unboundedness 
of being, 

the now
that’s underneath you

and all around you
like a wondrous 

altitude or wind. 
The all of

everything is here.
This is the invitation

you’ve been invited
into as a breath 

that’s airborne.
What are you 

waiting for?
Drop into 

this moment, 
the moment 

before you.
Don’t let the fear 

of falling 
keep you 

from flying.
Say yes 

to this 
most beautiful bird.











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