Sunday, January 4, 2009

The Edge

Standing on the edge
Between here and there,
Teetering on the precipice
Of now and what may come,
My heart pounds in my throat,
I dare not breathe.
Yet breathe, I must.
I must infuse this breath
With all my longings
And my dreams.
I wake with dire scenarios
Running through my mind,
And thread by thread
Weave intentionality back into
The tapestry of my life.
Hold on now.
Don’t give up.
You are so close to all those
Hopings coming true.
It only takes one drop
For the full to brimming glass
To spill into the manifesting world.

Prema Rose

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