awen

in the moment of impulse—

when you leap

or retreat—

a mystery forms

within reach.

it may rise from your depths,

or call out in nature;

ignite—

and extinguish—

but never vanishes altogether.

do your senses activate,

or does uncertainty

stunt your growth?

do you long for

courage to kindle,

or does your essence flow?

in stillness, awen whispers:

it’s time to take a leap.

become a muse for your soul,

for divine inspiration

is your spirit in flow.