I arrive at the end of another busy, fruitful week. I begin the digital sabbath and spend time looking in, reading quietly, writing, and reflect on what is revealed. What is my heart’s purpose?
I gently reach into my heart,
A space not easily entered–
It resists busyness–
Asks for something different.
Here, at heart’s door
I listen carefully,
Patiently,
Then, a faint whisper.
Tenderly emerges…
Here, in delicate quietness;
Here, in exquisite solitude;
Here, in rich frailty;
Here, in soft strength
But, only when I listen
My inner teacher speaks.
What do I hear?
I am uncertain–
It is the soul that speaks
It speaks differently–
Not in human terms–
In spiritual terms.
Wisdom discerned…
Revealed slowly…
In that patience and calmness…
Life animated…
This way
Life’s fruit borne.