Tiny hole,
edge of knife,
dark forest path:
whisper to me.
Song so deep,
love of steps,
truth shining through:
fill me.
Storm’s eye,
top of mountain,
quiet dark cave:
take me…
Home, where I already know,
and humbly the spirit flow
is beckoned by a deep eyed glow,
that I intend to bestow:
herein.
Oh sun waking over horizon be…
to me what I always dreamed in my heart,
arising again to make its way
into manifestation.
Slowly coming to be,
(I can accept because)
life becomes mysteriously.
I will watch for the signs:
like a detective,
or Curious George:
spotting clues and evidence,
watching the plot unfold,
the lines of tension develope,
and the pieces falling magically -
into place.
What twists and turns are in store?
Time to live life more!
Down the wild staircase,
through the open doors;
Searching for the life I want,
Examining my stores.
I know of the illusion,
that surrounds me every day;
And I know this is the very place,
that I intended to play.
And yet I get caught inside the worry,
and the concerns of mortal life;
which so easily dampens my spirit
And infests my day with strife,
So I battle on courageously,
through misty ways barely mapped;
Believing in my heart.
