The Answer to Every Question You Have Ever Asked
A poem by my friend, Julia Fehrenbacher, seemed to fit
here. She gave me permission to alter a line and make it
the title of my sculpture.
If you find your attention being pulled
by the sound of birdsong, let yourself
be pulled. And then, no matter how hurried
you think you are, stop
whatever you’re doing
Listen as if this moment is all there is,
as if every answer to every question you have ever
rests in the rhythm of inhale and exhale.
Listen as if one day you will run out of time to listen.
Listen until you are so full of song
you can’t help but sprinkle it like seed to every
hungry heart. And when bird lifts her wings
to fly, go, please—
go fly with her.