I could sense it on the breeze
The knowing came with ease
As I walked out into the world
I arrived at a mirror back to me.
As I head out into the world
I feel myself uncurl
In the outer journey is
The ease of coming home within.
As the breeze blew on by
I found myself standing by
The questions I held before
Inside, I held wisdom for.
I am here on this day
Going within lights the way
The breeze brings me back to me
Trusting myself sets me free.
It has been a while since I shared some poetry. I have gone through periods of doing nothing but in my writing and periods of writing everything but. This one was inspired by a writing prompt from ‘s Spring Light writing class.
To be honest, I have a love-hate relationship with prompts. That childish resurgence of disliking being told what to do rises, and I know there is always more inner work.
But sometimes, often the best times, we let go, and beautiful things pour out.