Mountains at Sunset

The mountains seem to move at sunset.

Lit pink, their musculature shows.

Juts and crevices,

light and dark places

alive with light and

ever growing purpose.

©2019 Joanne Young Elliott

The Return

Photo by Free-Photo on pixabay

We’re always at the edge of time and space,

always looking into the abyss

where possibility and mystery live.

It’s okay to not know the next step.

All you need to know is what you want.

All you need to do is wait.

And when an idea comes,

trust the ground will rise to meet you

as you move your foot out over the edge.

We build our lives one step at a time.

The avenue of our life’s journey exists

in our subconscious, our soul.

It’s time to release ourselves

to its revelation.

© 2018 Joanne Young Elliott