Fern,
furled,
a question mark
waving in the wind,
holding to the fetal curl
and the safety of the winter womb.
Nothing
not the gentle
kiss of sun,
nor stream voice,
calling
can coax
that frond
to unfurl
one single moment
before it does.
Danna Faulds from “Go In and In” Poems from the Heart of Yoga
May we all connect to our intuitive wisdom and unfurl at the right time.
Namaste
Yes, nature has her own timing. Lovely.
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Yes Jean … and we are part of nature 🙂
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This is SO correct. We need to stay curled up sometimes. That is when we are doing the preparatory work for the unveiling of our magnificence.
Marvellous poem!
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Thank you magnificent Elizabeth!
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…not the gentle kiss of the sun…
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Amen Val! May we all unfurl at the right time. ❤
Diana xo
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Beautifully said Diana!
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I learned from the best! 😉
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😊
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I love this poem. It is exactly how life unfolds. 🙂 Thanks Val
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Yes indeed Karen 🙂
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Lovely!
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Thank you! 🙂
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A lovely observation Val, with several meanings layered into it 🙂
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Thank you Robert for your perceptive presence 😉
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