Hold space.
Let the deep stillness
Of December frozen over.
Move you to realms where
streams of clear
Still find their way
Beneath the stark reflection
Of reality.
The ice that spreads it’s face
Mirrors what is above it.
But light reflects from greater heights.
Shadows are mere mirages of
What surrounds you.
There is no shame in that.
For life flows true
Beneath the surface.
Do not forget that who you are
Is waiting for the spring time.
The stirring and the breakup
With the cold.
And always, truth emerges from your core