As always, we can flow with this in the calm of Zero Point, or wrestle with the currents in the chaotic fray of the storm.~Sandra Walter
As I’m treading this water, a dollop
of despair descends before I can duck
into now. Linear echos call up
the past. No choice at the junction I’m stuck
so I equivocate; my calls to flow
just agitate. Eyes closed, I center, ground
and so remember breath. All I don’t know
can be held lightly or denied, thrown down.
All that I have just might be anchors, pull
me from the sacred receptivity
just asking, how can I serve right now? Full
and empty, streaming creativity.