It doesn’t have to be complicated.
It doesn’t have to be rushed.
There is a play on the wind that calls you,
a hush in the moments where all is still.
It waits for you:
the quiet, the whisper of your heart.
Simple blessings radiate the heat of your existence,
the way your purity holds
clear lines of integrity,
without fight
without anger
without effort.
It is here you are asked to surrender
to the knowing of your heart:
a cascade of grace fills the empty crevice
that opened light to your sorrow.
Rest now.
It doesn’t have to be complicated.
It doesn’t have to be rushed.
©Rebecca Cavender, Dec 2018