Quiet Knowing

The earth does not rush to reveal her treasures;

She waits, patiently,

gathering her strength in the fertile dark.

And so must you,

You must trust the slow unfolding,

the gentle rise of the light from within.

Spring does not demand of you.

She invites.

A tender invitation, like a breeze

that caresses the skin after months of cold.

The trees are not in a hurry to bloom,

and neither should you be.

Each leaf, each petal, unfurls in its own time,

its own rhythm, the very earth whispers:

It is enough to simply be.

And in that being, the world begins to soften,

a quiet knowing that all will bloom

when the time is right.

– Tea Franca