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
