Updated: Jun 27
I find trust in my silence
I’m as surprised as anyone I found it there
Long before this practice I thought silence
Meant alone and forgotten
But with this newfound trust
I’m realizing a world is inside
In my silence
And I’m grateful.
Dreams of memories past
Visit me again
Where I’m in difficult situations
Laden with helplessness.
I always find myself in dreams
Like this when I’m on the cusp
Of change, feeling bigness before me
In an emptiness of waiting
The cusp holds the edge of anxiety
And the thin edge of Now
Where my comfort lies in
The present at the tip of my toes.
My trust holds the simple truth
I am here now and that’s what I know.
To venture past the trust puts me
In a wanting state.
I found this Mary Oliver poem about letting go in nature. Comfort of a memory can ease me on the cusp of change.
Once, in summer, In the blueberries, I fell asleep, and woke When a deer stumbled against me.
I guess She was so busy with her own happiness She had grown careless And was just wandering along
Listening To the wind as she leaned down To lip