So often, I am moved by what others express in writing,
and I feel the urge to share what I read.
With their words, I am either filled with a silent but immense Yes,
that settles into me with a deep internal sacral click,
like a puzzle piece falling heavily into place, or I feel a yearning down low in my soul
— that softly drifting fog that I sense inside.
This soul, an intertwining light and dark mist I embrace;
turning in slow circles, gently caressing the inside of me with lazy fingers, feels calm.
Patient and content, compassionate and wise, faithful and exquisite,
she watches with a knowing smile, saying, Follow me.
It is time.