Whispering in the holy hush
of the in-between places —
of dawn and dusk
of birthing and dying
of becoming and becoming undone
the Thin Time beckons
you to the edge of longing
to be here and to be there
and to be vigilant

To drift through the porous veil
of your mystery
and awaken to the habitations
in your soul —
the murmurings
the crossings
the accompanying.

You are so close
to the other side
of your roaming.

~Mary Byrne Hoffmann~