We Hold the Line
With Stillness that Listens
Entering the silence of the day
With darkness falling around us
wherever we go.
We carry the hush like a lantern,
glow softening the edges of thought,
Each breath a step deeper
into the unseen.
Drumbeats murmur in the distance,
Songs of ancient lineage
inviting us further
into the unknown.
We hold the Line.
We allow ourselves to witness something greater —
Others are clawing their way through
strongholds of yesteryears,
and Mother rebirthing
as it unfolds.
We hold the Line.
Laughter breaks out —
a sudden spark,
as if we’ve become a whole village
carrying on a debate
as old as time.
Singing to a new day,
observing both sides of every coin.
Singing a brightened heart back into life,
beating in rhythm
with the natural pulse of the universe.
We hold the Line.
And when the silence returns,
We do not fear it.
We become it —
a stillness that listens,
a breath that remembers,
a light that remains.
~Ani Po
Much gratitude for this week’s prompt. Very timely in the collective vibes that we are channeling through. Thank you, Paroma Sen and Scrittura, for holding the line.
