I wake this morning determined to address what I've been delaying. With synchronicity, this is in my email box.
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life's desire.
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.