The thing about rising is we have to keep climbing;
the thing about going beyond is that we have to keep going~
I’m at that place
once again
of intense
anticipation marred
(or enlivened?)
by the same intense
trepidation.
The place questions
what
why
how
was I thinking?!
The place where a quite
life in a monastic
community in a
far-off country
seems
idealic
deeply
desired.
push.
keep on stepping.
face the ‘Go’ that
imminently
looms
hold
faith
that had me
step out
on that
(first)
limb
where this
what if~
has thus far
taken me.
I am here
in the place.
once again~
Keeping my smiling face bright
for all those who may glimpse my way
fully expecting it to be there
(as well they should!)
nothing less.
Fear that those glances
might capture
the gut that is cringing behind the bold smile and bright heart is perhaps my greatest
fear
in it all
after all.
I am
(just)
me.
I want to be
so much
for so many
yet know
Able to go
(only)
so far stepping
(I continuously find myself)
out further
I am here
in this (blessed) place
once again.
Tension.
propelling.
Where only my feet
hands can move
my heart and mind
can go
on the faith
hope
something
bigger than my
self
holds the map
leads the way~
And makes the bold smile
bright
real.
in love.
and anticipation.
Trish