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It feels potent, shimmery, alive.

Ahead is unknown,

behind a beautiful mess,

rich territory traverses those lands, I plant myself here. 

I trust.

The revelation will open a new territory,

there’s still plenty to take in here. 

When I move twice as slow I notice twice as much,

no rush.

I trust.

The question is always more palpable than the answer.

The best answers unlock the next question. 

Grace comes not with revelation, soften into here,

pulsing, changing, raw. 

Grace is how you be,

when you trust. 

I trust. 


 Image by Rita Ince.