You held me long enough

You held me long enough, now open up your arms.

I am ready. I have respect for the Mystery.

You have taught me well – whenever I’m unsure, whenever I’m unable to know, I will remember that I can move without seeing, that I can rely on my feelings, and that I will be safe in my blindness, protected by my voice born from silence.

I have my instinct guiding me.

And when I run out of fuel, you can take me in, set up a home.

But then, again, when I recover, see me through the door, and I’ll venture into the unknown alone.