Bird song, The quiet of winter melts. The cold grip that clung to the trees Exhales at winter’s end. I am wide awake to a yet Unoccupied Spring On the cusp, The verge of new life. The cycle begins. The seeds of intention are planted. I patiently wait to receive The beauty, The gifts. I’m ready for what’s next, Even while stepping into the unknown.
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The Moon
The Moon holds all secrets. Yours and mine. It is a divine circumstance, Not some random chance. The Moon may appear busy With its changing phases And varied dance across the sky. It is no secret. It is a gift from above. The dance of give and receive. It is limitless and accessible to all. The capacity to hold is unchanging. The Moon listens to my heart. It is with gratitude that I join And dance with the stars.
Healing Insights 