becoming who you always were.
drinking in wisdom and enlightenment and always sharing it.
realizing you have to get there from a different direction
embracing danger with complete stillness
what the flower wrote last night
enjoying a completely different perspective
remember when you used to live here
thoughts that lie too deep for tears
there’s a time to advance and a time to retreat
so many ways to get there
finding your way with grace
still breathing after the great storm
pouring yourself into stillness
longing to talk to an ancestor
making friends with the stone people
not being in a pickle but being the pickle itself.
there’s plenty of room for all of us
fiercely protecting the succulence within
having a conversation with your shadow
pausing to let the mist rise
it’s time for the next great invention