The Brave
The brave are expecting beautiful transitions,
from islands of remembering and forgetting, into balance and calm.
Reset the compass, reset your life, reset your imagination,
and go where you exist, beyond your point of breaking and being.
Let the birdsong strike you,
a reflection of your attuned needs and nature.
Look north, into the clear day between your aliveness and your richness.
The past is lost, embedded in the journey of who we are everyday, in space and time;
the sun-centred griefs and celebrations of our lives.
Create, by patchworking and fitting into ways of togetherness,
and shrouded singing into your calling.
Dedicate yourself to your story,
the thread which knows what you are made of,
which knows your hand, which knows your meaning.
Be, without resistance to your honouring;
it rises as you tend to your power.
This is your part of the healing and purpose,
be willing to flow out, forced anew into standing in your unknowingness.
Unravel into the answers and slow, downward spirals,
until companionship and trust find you.
Let the storms unburden you,
as you hear and speak both your falling apart and your holding together.
