She finds her way through
the cracks of the floor we stand on.
When no one is listening,
when you cannot find a hand to hold,
that is the moment just before she arrives.
Take a breath. She is with you.
Beauty, complete.
Holding your hand,
lighting the way with the simplicity of heart.
So fear not the darkness.
And fear not the cracking open of your heart.
This is how beauty comes.
~Snatam Kaur
