As we sit in the midst of the Lion’s and the Magdalene (8/8/8) stargates, there is much waiting to burst forth into the new. The seeds have all been planted. The waters have come. The sun has shone. And now….all we can do is wait.
Copyright 2015 Lauri Ann Lumby
Sitting in the void.
Quiet and Still.
Waiting for what has been to take root within…
Or quietly pass away.
Breathing. Sighing. Resting.
A seed in the soil
Where there is nothing else to do but
Listening in the silence
For a trickle of rain,
The rush of the wind,
The warmth of the sun penetrating the earth.
Here in the darkness, there is nothing to see –
Only a wall of dirt – as in a grave.
In a grave that is not a grave,
Something unimaginable –
Wholey and completely new and unknown
is waiting to be born.
As all at once a seed becomes a tree – so shall it be for me and thee.