There comes this time
when I hear you say
retreat,
there are other ways
to proceed through
the coming days.
Keep still, keep silent.
Listen to the mystic voice,
observe squirrels
and rejoice
in the winter light,
the damp of days and longest night.
Do as you have always yearned.
Go deeper.
Hibernate.
Then in the spring
the well within
will be renewed
and the outward life
will call again
and all will be well,
all is well
and all is always well.
Time does know
and time will tell,
the only place to always dwell
is in the space
that Love for all does embrace.
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