Anchor
We will be protected.
The breeze, already present at dawn. Noon may bring a gale.
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As the winds grow, when do I anchor? Will it be enough? What if I choose too late?
Such a small vessel I am, in such a vast sea. The directions are infinite. Grant me willingness, Lord, to go in your direction.
– from the mountain
Consider:
Am I willing to go where I am led?
Reading:
“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love.” — Rumi
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