Creation awaits

sometimes
there is no word
available or known
a feeling is only what is

tears and stopping
feel kiss flow
feel kiss
feel
feel
kiss with breath
feel
feel
Breathe
as a kiss

lighter than a moment before
pushing through isn't what is called for.
the old patterns rising
wearing out, thinning
fearing the unknown,
their death and freedom

so human
walk with
not away from.

closer,
creation awaits
mean it.
as if for the first time.

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.