by Reverend Misa
Ah Great Mystery,
Life is happening so quickly and yet, here I am waiting.
I have said, “I wish this to be so,” and now I wait for it to become.
There are spaces between the beats—between the desire and its manifestation.
And so like an expectant mother, I wait in quiet anticipation.
It has its own time, its own gestation, its own nature to form,
And so I wait, lovingly nurturing the life that is to be born.
I cannot hurry it along. I cannot make it come to life.
And so I hold its suchness in my womb, and wait for it to determine itself.
Life may be racing by, yet I choose to wait for right time, right place, right nature to make itself known to me.
