In Hiding

In hiding,
I grow
and stay alive.

like a white rose
melts into the kosher snow,
like a drop of rain
slips into the ocean floor,
like an unborn baby
is held in his mother's womb,
like a dead leaf crumbles
to rest in its earthy tomb,
like the playful wind
slides between rustling trees,
like sweet nectar's held in
tight buds who open to bees,
like the majestic sky
lifts her veil to the night,
like the sky lark waits
to sing her song to the light;

I hide,
so that
in that hiding,
I can rest
into myself -
to grow,
to emerge,
with my gift
to this world.


In hiding,
I find my space
to grow,
and the
self-watered power
to love
and stay alive.