Direction.
Standing in the middle Where east meets west, And north meets south The sun shines down warm in this spot And the breeze is quiet and cool, Patiently waiting, circling the soul that has, for whatever reason, Found itself paused in the middle. Whether for weariness or fear Or for grief or disappointment, Or some other such thing. The calm of the middle will always be here, encircling, warming, holding, until the breath has found […]
