when you move, she is moved.

 When you move, she is moved

from a place of waiting to a place of wondering;

to a place within her heart, 

calling her to respond.

Wait, what?  How? Me? But…I think...no I feel. Stop!

This dialogue is released from the tapestry of story 

that feeds her wonders and inevitably paves her way out. 

When the earth shakes and trembles,

she knows the answer to the quake. 

It is what lies in her shadows,

it is what simmers in her hopes for a wholesome resolve. 

She asks with compassion,

to enter with caution and yet without delay. 

She asks to hold her precious demons,

with rigour to her divinity

and

commitment to her heart. 

To the truth of  her semantic collisions, 

tread with care,

understand the weight of your shoes, 

and

burnish of your footprints. 

When you move, she is moved. 

~

 To her.

ox