The journey to my center

is more spiral than beeline,

but still it takes me where

I most want to be—

that portal into mystery,

the still point where

my soul abides.

From that space which is

really more a state of being

than a place, I can know

what I know with certainty

and live my life with an

open heart. In the stillness

of this moment, the word

that slips in is "trust."

Anchored in trust, rooted

in trust, I will know my

next step when I need to,

and probably not before.