I have a quiet, inward pace
The world inside unfolding in the between places
The pauses
The rest at the end of the day
The cup of tea and stillness
The voice of this place is a whisper just beyond hearing
Of longings, desires, of worlds calling to be discovered
Of revealed truths and ancient rememberings.
I worry about visibility, showing up, being heard
I doubt a strength so counter what I have been told
A lie we all must face
Yet I know my most powerful presence blossoms from reflection and space
The whisper
The pause
The resting
The space between the in breath and the out
I can be silent for a very long time
But do not mistake this for disappearing
Do not mistake this for loss of being
I forget this and then remember
Gazing at flowers in the window that speak the sacred language of beauty
And infinite belonging
Feeling the pulse of my heart beat
My private affirmation of living
And everyday miracle
Here I am immersed in worlds of knowing, far, far beyond any words I can find.
I am
I am
I am
Forever in the becoming and always here.
Slowing to the pace of my subtle whispering worlds
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