Sundrenched moss-covered roots by Jeffrey Friedl
Rain falls,
and we learn to listen
as the ground draws us in
to moistened roots.
When there are no words,
no answers to all the questions,
savor the quiet
and rest as the empty space.
Allow the out breath to have its time.
Be still.
Trust.
New life arrives by itself.
and we learn to listen
as the ground draws us in
to moistened roots.
When there are no words,
no answers to all the questions,
savor the quiet
and rest as the empty space.
Allow the out breath to have its time.
Be still.
Trust.
New life arrives by itself.
