the finding my life-
journey yet unspoken,
which completes itself.
in the resting of my soul....
come to my searching,
what is it I seek-
stay in this moment learning,
not catching fast-
my running ahead,
wait in this wise moment.
come to my living,
it is in now-
that I truly exist,
scoop of the air I breathe-
feel the earth,
under feet touching-
not tomorrow,
or remembering yesterday-
come to all of it,
right now-
in its finding,
searching,
living,
my valuable existence.
Heart's Calling
By Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
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