Listen close,
an ancient
breeze
that whispers your
name
a silent messenger,
the signpost giver,
the guide,
the one,
her voice gentle,
quiet,
yet potent,
more so,
than ten thousand
horns
remember his grace,
the sacred force,
and the giver
of life
however it unfolds,
your plan is his
and her voice,
your only
partner
closing in,
the radiant threads,
of star lit choosings,
a delicate insanity,
where all things,
become
clear
…
continue on,
and fear not
the journey is
it,
trust in the process,
even when it’s dark
By IrieSide
