Inside, there’s something deeply quiet: 

A sanctuary for dances in the dark

A muse for adventure, spelunking onto damp soil.

Inside, you see

The YES is not lost.

When you sink down further into the noiseless dark,

The YES sings and echos

Through the cavern walls.

You will find the YES

That comes out of your chest

Like a string, pulling you upward.

When this YES

Soars like a nymph

Out of the pangs of deep aloneness, 

Keep it close

Like a treasure,

A sacred hologram.

When you quietly stroll through

The underworld inside, 

Even with lingering pangs of fear,

You will see

Your wisdom crystalize

Into a gentle calling.

© Krista Kujat

? Me by In Her Image Photography

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