The first words are the hardest

finding the will

corralling it

pinning it down in

order

to silence the inner critic

that wants to mute

thought

the miraculous that comes

with surrender,

belief that there is something here

true to discover.

Listen now.

Hear the beating heart,

the connection with the

divine. Can you believe it (with me)?

For you can see me,

can’t you,

hear me listening now

battling the lie that

all is void and there

is nothing

left to say.