Silence deafens, calling me to a dim light. There I retreat into thought and words. From one reality to another. I can be here or there though in this moment, there is best.
I learn of here as I walk. Aware. Attentive. Spirit speaks through all. A dance invitation – awaiting acceptance.
I learn of there as I sit. Quiet. Expectant. Spirit guides as allowed. Entry shown – The pathway cleared.
In due time, there becomes here – here, there – The subtle blending to One.