Tags: self-trust self-discovery
Source: LittleNotebooks Little Orwell
I looked to the stars and said, tell me the truth
And the stars, they waned dim and were mute
So I turned to the moon and I asked of her too
I said moon, do you know what is true?
And the silence it poured through my soul
as I soared
Place to place in my longing to know
I came to the rain, and I asked about pain
You should know, I said, all about falling
And the rain fell in vain
With a silent refrain
Leaving me in the void again calling
Then I sank to the earth
and below
and it hurt
and I asked the dirt for discernment
From the dark of the deep
Like a memory asleep
Came a voice like the settling of snow
So subtle was she
yet with bright clarity
spoke the voice of the things I did know
All along, like a song
humming in me was she
through the fire of loss I had found her
and she poured through my skin
from without, from within
and not ever again did I flounder