They go into the dark of night

find pieces of themself

say Come on home

Temperance, come on home

feel Earth rise up 

feel muscles and flesh resonate with Her likeness

dip a toe in water to wash their bones in Essence

Heart fills

how the wave gathers just before it breaks

how the palm pulses in proximity

promise of touch, still space enough

to be without becoming anOther

Source whispers

find yourself in changing light

in between give and take 

in the space where words arise

in the pause between beats

at the edge of experience lives balance 

the middle way leads Home.