TRUST
What do I know about that -Trust?
The last thing on my agenda to notice,
to inspect, ponder, understand, revere.
Justa word. Adjective. An abstract idea;
something wooly. Out of fashion..
Yet, I know what it feels and looks like
in the flesh - in person, on planet!
-inextricably entangled with Love,
Truth Manifest
- only recognisable to us in 3D.
The sense of utter safety,
reliable and rock-solid certainty,
able to take whatever it takes or brings
- the courage of not-knowing
even whilst vulnerable, unsure.
Like returning to the womb.
Objectively, in all probability and fact,
surrounded by unseen danger and risk,
confined and trapped, helpless…
yet secure in that!
How is it different from Hope?
Merely hoping.
A feeble, victimy path of avoidance,
of postponement, disempowerment.
Promises, promises, no more than
sad gestures of good intent,
at best proving and producing nothing.
Affirmation and optimism, wishy-washy.
Or Expectation?
Primed, on tenterhooks for what -
ones heart's desire, disaster, sabotage?
Or Faith?
Left and right brain at loggerheads!
Ms Libra no, buts… Saggy whys
stalling Neptunes lovely flow.
Trust, the oysters precious pearl
hidden away inside.
It doesn’t mean anything goes,
that it’s hard shell withstands all affront.
The acid of betrayal is it’s kismet.