Trust that soft waiting place
where you feel everything and
nothing all at once
where your quiver is empty of arrows
and there’s nothing left to hunt
Trust in the path unfolding
even when you cant see
that darkness contains lifetimes
its a bitter sweet aching mystery
Stretch open your heart
take a deep breath
its time to trust in the birthing
its time to trust in the death
Elyse Morgan
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