In the flat, low light
of morning there
is no way to see
the trail in the valley
of snow, and so,
new to this place,
I let myself not know
where I’m going.
I move more slowly,
let myself be led by
the trail as it appears.
Each moment is like
a new invisible map
that proclaims again
and again
You Are Here.
Thank you for sharing your very wise and open perspective.
❤️❤️❤️
Wonderful…. ‘I let myself be led by the trail as it appears’ Here is to staying with faith and hope in the moment in ourselves!!
j
oh yes … yes yes, now and only and always now;)
Abracadabra!
Path as conjured by magic,
right here, just in time.
and not a second sooner!