Stirring deep within you is the need for rest, release, for deep stillness.
A pull to decipher,
To untwine the strands of perplexities that tenaciously cling to the corners of your mind,
Bearing fruit ripe for the picking, If only you can dare to reach for them through the thorns.
‘Not yet, not yet’, you say.
The days are so perfect, offering more to explore,
Before the darkness descends.
Copyright Kirsten Ivatts 2013