Go within your inner room. Close the door. Quiet; be still. Breathe. Follow your breath while you spiral through the nautilus shell. Breathe.
Find that ever-elusive still point. Breathe.
Now, listen to the utter silence beyond and within every sound: a golden lab’s bark, a passing jet, the labor of your breath in and out. Quiet; be still.
Receive what you asked for. Find what you have sought. Open the door upon which you knocked. It’s that simple.
a kaleidoscope of stars
lighting the path
Can you construe the signs
leading to a gracious end?
and Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform (imagined by Vivian Zems)