Wednesday, September 10, 2014


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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