In the Eye of the Universe

There is comfort in remaining in the eye of the universe—
covered, comforted, adored, protected—
held not by force, but by design.

I galvanize in the spirit of love,
rooted and radiant,
as I marvel through the forest of mysteries
without needing to name every shadow.

My heart unravels—beautifully—
in the sunlight of the ocean,
salted with knowing,
softened by surrender.

I dance in the twilight of the wind,
that quiet voice that says:
You are not merely safe—
You are cherished beyond measure.

I welcome the gentle throws of the unknown,
not with fear, but with reverence,
understanding that uncertainty, it
is simply the universe breathing.

Everything has its season.
Nothing rushes its becoming.
Nothing blooms before it is ready.

And here—
in this moment of trust,
of movement,
of awe—

I remain held,
guided,
and exquisitely alive–

Published by Sherley Delia