A poem for 2/23/18

Sitting with irrational fears is worth an exploration. This is what came through today:

Junco on plant hanger

Relax into the faith of unknowing

Time whispers promises to those who wait

Unfolding through the now of the eternal present

Unwraps the gift of the self

Let go of the shield of delusions

Fear gripping the heart wears a false hand

On a body of decaying wants

To shed the shell of the outer

Examine the pieces that you have stitched together

Then pull the threads through truth

And let the lost voice sing

Its forgotten song