New feelings are emerging
at the dawn of my own horizon.
Shifting as shapes,
between shadows of doubt
and the light of love.
Circling my heart
like the hawk high
above in the sky.
Scanning it's craggy landscape.
Looking for the cracks,
the way to get in.
Keen eyes peering down
as I stand along the
changing river's edge.
My big toe dipped in safety.
The paradox between,
observing the river's rippling effects,
or taking the leap of faith into
the experience of the unknown.
Can you recall the last time you were at your river's edge? Did you jump in with both feet and your heart? Or, did you stand in wonder?
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