The muted heart waits the ascending dawn.
There, specters of past dreams dissolve
Into the awakening understanding.
It waits only for those that invite its voice.
No longer obligated to self or by command
To conjure its fertile imagination.
This heart has the strength
To wait peacefully, keeping its truth
Along with a vibrant passion to share.
It knows the teaching of humility
Earned by service to patience.
Silence is not always a selfish choice.
