hopefully anticipating the moment you can finally open up.
always seeking a way to the heart that is open to all
waking up in the night to a sound beyond sound
the different kind of serenity you feel when you decide to become a storm.
returning to your rooftop home after a long time away
finally venturing out from your old hiding place
remembering something even more wonderful, just as your horse crosses the finish line
letting go of attachment by finding a new way of seeing it
transforming gold into a source of nourishment
focusing all your attention on waterlilies and sparkles
going into a cave so quiet you can hear your heart saying ‘be happy’
it’s not over yet
the magic of knowing when to grow taller or smaller
trying to find new ways to communicate.
finding just the right place for doing it
pausing to let the mist rise
getting fully relaxed and comfortable for the job that must be done
turning all your remarkable power around
being gently offered the myrobalan leaf you sought for so long.
knowing when to leave them behind
encountering a guide who’s more interested in you than anything else