Within four walls I sit contented, contemplating a peaceful return but I'm waiting for a moment to permit worthy action; to the East the closet doors smile gently through the cracks of shallow shadow to the South the credenza drawers emit an antique aura of stale bounty to the West window glass gleams with manufactured clarity missing purpose to the North a faux forest hangs in two dimensions holding no mystery. Within four walls I sit convincingly resolute that the Truth will handily reveal itself but I'm awaiting a day when at journey's end I discover a spring gushing with knowing; moons turn the wheel treading over numerous trials that return me to pregnant stillness. shielded by the comfort of closets and drawers, reflecting on squares of dull glass and hollow art my projections penetrate a mere thin veil of context within reach of my finger tips. Within four walls I sit confused wondering when, o when, the moment may come when a Gift arrives.
Dani's Healing 