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.

Kris Lord