Friday, December 18, 2015

faith



In the midst of moving and packing and deep yellow

there is, 

in being 
alone,

a silence, 

a meeting.

this is always waiting for me 
to stop.

more is not needed
rather less
and less.

breath moves deeper into the body,
cultivating my faith in stillness;
tending to winter's dark blossoming;
room is made to feel its arrival.