May I find the courage to carve my path step by step.
Even though it seems so awfully slow going.
I'm not getting younger. Time is running out.
(Are those the "frantic voices"?)
May I trust "truth will find the way to speak"
in my native dialect.
May I trust truth has already spoken
leading me to who I am and where I am
here, right now, in this very moment.
May I remember to pause
to breathe deeply
to feel the storm
or the desert
or the iceberg.
May I have the courage to surrender myself
in the midst of this painful uncertainty
to this "gentle current of life".
Even when the gentle current
feels like a tidal wave.
kastilwell
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