Seasons Change

My muse, like an ever present shadow, has recently spent her time stretching out behind me. She whispers in my sleeping ear so hurriedly that before I can grasp the words they have faded into silence.

I am standing on the verge of change and the precipice feels as wide as it is bottomless. I find myself hesitant, as if uncertainty is a stranger, to hear the inner voice that pushes me to evolve.

It is through my fear that she confronts me, small and faceless...yet with perfect clarity, and we meditate together through the process of creation~ where night and day are equal and time is of no consequence.

Equinox~