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
Find Your Middle Ground 
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