The Great Unfolding
As it is, the white crystal snow Wrapped like a shawl around a great tree Gives its permission for a time out And, still in its winter meditations, Like a great Buddha Hides the green eruptions To come Neither your Excitement and Anticipation Nor your Fear Nor need for Power and Control Nor desperate prayers Nor impatience Will change The Unfolding So, do the only thing you can do Sing the songs that bring you Joy Weep the tears that spring from your heart The price of affect
