Soft Edges

This is the hour

when we make ready

to lie down against the soft edges

of memory and dream.

The hardened in us has fallen away

and given birth

to the knowledge of the ongoing.

Fear sheds itself like leaf and snake skin,

letting go of myth

and outgrown personas.

We wear

a comfortable pair of old shoes

to walk the rest of the way in,

shoes molded by the master

who led the walker every step

and shaped each toe to fit the dance...

this is the hour,

this is the place with the soft edges,

the cushion of sacred thoughts

rocking us to the Universe's lullaby.

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

you seem to be so in tune with your inner self, and the outer larger self..the Universe...Beautiful is what Ed used, and he's right as always.

[Ed Hart]

soft-edged, and beautiful

[Emily B]

oh, I really love this one . . .