Soaking in the Mysteries

A precipice

A knowing

A rumbling

A vibration

Increasing in 

Intensity

Standing

Wondering

Peeking over

Unworried

Curious

Maybe even

Fascinated

Waiting in 

Anticipation

No reason to 

Prepare or study

Wouldn’t matter

At all

Might even 

Make it worse

Make what worse?

What if joy is coming?
What if enlightenment?

Can we impact the present time

The future or the past? 

We often tell ourselves

We can

How does it serve us

If we believe we have power

If not control over

What happens next?

How do we continue being human

When we long for bridging 

Linking ourselves

With Spirit

With Cosmic Wisdom?

Perhaps we can

While remaining human

Entering into Grace

Into all that is with 

A brush stroke of a pen

While finger painting 

With acrylics

While playing like a child

Singing and humming

Dancing and loving

Enjoying all the beauty

All the pain

All the Abundance that 

We share now

Terror has its costs

Fear wears many masks

Mostly for protection and

Escape from predatory

Practices, beings, and energies

So we can live in peace

Feeling like we belong

Breathing quietly, gently

Not expecting anything more

Than what we have now

Or, we dive in and swim 

In the flow

Bright lights and dark shadows

All

Wafting around in the ethers

Imagining our lives

Remembering

Witnessing with delight 

The skies, the stars

Planets and moons

Even when magnetized

By black holes, and still being

Held by the gravity of

Mother Earth herself

Safe, beloved

Soaking in the Mysteries