Plugging in

Plugging in to the winter trees.

In to the black sky.

The soft padding footsteps of the dog, the fox, the deer.

Trust your own awakening.

There is nothing, except a wish – pure, ever fresh born.

There is nothing, except a call – through the noise, through the arc of the rainbow.

Upwelling. Felt in simplicity.

Like thirst. Like flight. Beyond doubt.

A wish to let what wants to flow, flow.

A wish to welcome you, you who want to live.


Image – Remedios Varo

Words – Kate Genevieve

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