Perhaps faith is nothing more than taking the risk to rest below the surface.
Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening
They are blushing now,
the peaches, green
and blushing. No one
would think of eating
them yet, not even
the birds have begun
to peck at the flesh.
But here they are,
swelling, ripening
globes of potential.
If only we could relax
as the world shapes us,
could trust in the slowness,
the long goldening.
It is morning. It is
evening. It is now
and here we are,
our changes still changing.