Waiting to Unfold

It Endures deep within

waiting ...

waiting ...

Waiting to Unfold.

This place of hidden Beauty.

Where hides our Love and Dreams.

A land of soft shaded Truth;

Dusty halfhearted Hope.

In the honesty of Knowledge

It emerges as our Self.

We Need it and Long for it

And yet we Know it not.

We Invite it and Fight it;

Seduce it to emerge,

Then Subdue it once again.

Our Spirit calls it forth ...

Come ...

Be ...

Just let it Be.

Just

Be.