Stepping Stones

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My feet touch mossy tops above the flow.

Abundance of misty moments,

how do I trust?

Discernment turns unseen stones

into a visible course.

Landing on an edgy surface, breath pauses.

I see bigger, smoother stones

but this is about confidence

and allowing the best match for me.

I play a slip and slide game of opportunities.

 

Stones bridge conscious and subconscious.

Past dams the present.

It loops, do I stay here?

Intuition jumps boundaries and

holds space of a peaceful eddy.

Trying to balance,

I practice being an observer.

Pulled down by a vortex of gravity, my feet

get stuck on the muddy bottom.    Ouch!

Spiritual baited hooks undermine my confidence.

Deep breath, catch and release: let others off the hook.

Lifted, spirit splashes me into a smile.

 

Water sounds resonate with my cells

our pulse holds a different signature than technology.

I am here because it provides the greatest service

and it is the best water hole in town.

Steady one foot and then the other,

I step towards neutral.

Water springs gurgle wonder, creativity and joy.

Waiting and wading, a heart-shaped stone appears.

I have arrived, I just know it.