The Sanctuary inside the Temple is quiet and still
There is a softening with every echoing step towards the Altar.
On the Altar the candle flame in the glass bowl beams a warming red.
The gaze softens, the body responds. All that is required is to breathe, feel the glow within and breathe some more, and some more….
I planted seeds some time ago. They have been rooting in the dark soil, reaching their flowering potential.
Today I see the first opening, first light, blossoming.
And now I wait to see how this unfolds. Knowing I made these wishes, these prayers, then forgot. Then noticed, with childlike curiosity, bubbling, at what is about to be.
Nothing is lost, the beginning is the past, the unfolding is the future, the opening is here.
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