I am open to what comes my way,
from the winds beyond skies,
I know not when it will arrive,
what I do know is I can be ready,
stillness seems to help,
being quiet and alert,
the still small voice,
of the mighty is a paradox,
how could omnipotence,
be contained in a seed?
Yet it is the way of life,
subtle yet obvious,
the eternal ages,
encapsulated in time,
somehow, I abide,
in this mystery as I wait,
as there is movement,
I raise my eye and ear,
to hear and to see,
what is offered as a gift,
to me and through me,
to whomever receives,
this is my delight,
I am overjoyed,
here I am,
awaiting a stirring,
ready to be a conduit,
of some beauty and truth,
could there be a holier calling,
I can't imagine,
at least not for me,
here you will find me...
tony gilotte
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