being gently offered the myrobalan leaf you sought for so long.
strange markings instructing you on your way
returning home after a long time away
realizing your are the cleanser and purifier
thinking that it might be time to shed that old skin and see what’s underneath
announcing the wonderful news
discovering a new way to get to the island.
light penetrating to an inner peace.
going in through the magic door
such brief nights; so much light.
your ship has come in.
a conversation with fire.
a loud, stupendous finale.
what was hidden behind the boulder.
resting and looking up at a blade of grass
pouring your heart out.
wondering what might happen if you go in deeper.
acquiring the skill of listening.
knowing that whatever choice you make will result in the same door opening.
deciding which cloud to land on.
birches enjoying their cocktail party.