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.
~~Luke Anderson
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.
~~Luke Anderson