What in your life is calling you?
When all the noise is silenced,
the meetings adjourned,
the lists laid aside,
and the wild iris blooms by itself
in the dark forest,
what still pulls on your soul?
In the silence between your heartbeats
hides a summons.
Do you hear it?
Name it, if you must,
or leave it forever nameless,
but why pretend it is not there?
The Terma Collective
“The Box: Remembering the Gift”
When was the last time you planned quiet moments into your day so you could hear the whispers of your heart?
When was the last time you walked in a forest to find the wild iris, hear a crow call, listen to the peepers singing the song of their people?
When was the last time you stepped to the ocean or a large body of water, cupped the wetness in your hands, recognized your first mother: clay and fire, comet melt and darkness?