From doing
To sensing.
From churning
To allowing.
From hard and fast and more more more
To soft and slow and I don't know.
From bright, long days
To cool, dewy nights.
Partner with the darkness.
Allow her supple arms to hold you close.
Collapse into her pillowy bosom.
Rest
Float
Unclench your jaw.
On an exhale, release.
Become permeable once again.
Trust.
Trust.
Trust.
The season of control melts and slips through your hands as though it was never yours to hold in the first place.
Soft hands.
Soft heart.
What kind of world might you sense from here?
Krystal Barschig 