The moon is waning.

One bright star

Pierces dusky black of midnight sky.

I lay beneath the dome of space

And give my heart permission

To simply breathe

Deep in the embrace of letting go

Things that do not serve me any longer.

To hold secure a space for change

To hug with warmth the fullness of my life

And know that in the sweet release

I will create a space

For newer thoughts to rise.

I ask for purpose and for clarity.

I know that they will come

Flow free in spaces that I clear

When I take time to breathe

And lay in silent muse.

Sometimes the message comes to me

Not in the stillness carved for contemplation.

But in the After.

When time and Presence whispers Now.

And like a Gentle brush of feather

I remember once again

That stillness is not wasted.

For it creates and clears a room for wonder.