Something unfolding
Something unfolding,
unwinding,
is finding
its home
inside.
When do we get to be
held?
When do we get to come home?
When can our friends
come and be with us
again?
Take care of yourself first,
your own circle,
your own container.
Prepare,
clean,
get clear.
Your intention.
Your service.
Your birthright.
This is the trajectory
that will take you to the next place.
And the next.
And the
next.
Beware
fear
of being present,
of being aware.
Stay here.
You’re already there.
What do you need
to hear?
Just be
here
now.
When you unwind a clock,
time stops.
A pause.
A caesura.
This
is what’s called for
so the spring can re-wind itself
and push forward into a new
era.
How do you hold yourself
and others?
The space?
The not-knowing?
With gentleness.