The work has been hard and silently inside.
New things are growing and becoming
for you, for me, for all to see...
How am I to share?
Is my question to the divine air.
When, will there be a time
for me to speak, to be, to share?
"It has been , it is , it will be ...",
I hear a quiet voice speaking to me.
"Let the process keep it's course
everything already is been done."