Many years of darkness
Here comes the spring,
Begging my forward on my journey.
I’m not ready.
I don’t want to.
What else is there to do?
I listen, I’m quiet
Yet there is no action to take.
I don’t hear the next step.
I don’t feel an impulse.
Stillness and quiet is the action.
Watching, waiting, trusting the guidance.
What if there is nothing to do?
Just be my child, just be.