Each time, I reach for dawn and see the dark behind the still unseen sun, I know. I know there will be moments of blurry understanding. It doesn’t mean I don’t have faith, or hope or love. I have to settle below the horizon of turmoil and learn to trust myself.
I’ll find the words behind the eyes of silence and listen. I’ll hear the wind speak. I’ll reach deeper into the essence of quiet. The solace of hum. The center of real.
In my dreams, I’ll be the clouds, slightly to the left of always and I’ll watch the rain’s rivers flow.
Truth rises to the drumbeat of keep going. Listen hard. Rest. Love. Support. Speak-out. Stay quiet. Pray. Bleed the immense heart of one’s call.