Lightly, it
is the beginning,
Each moment
our home measures,
It’s a
path, a passing one
Showing
right in front of us
So clear an
too often, that
Our eyes
are balking to see it.
Inner in
the deep
Where the
soul us born and
Where the being
started to be
Is the
reader and the teller
That
intuition is guided from.
This is how
you know