The Slow Sprint from Suffering

I see now my progress, my slow sprint from suffering. 

Be patient. My heart tells me. We all have wisdom to remember. 

So I wait in silence. And I run through woods with a strong, long, loping dog. 

Time whispers to us what we're ready to hear, ready to heed. This cannot happen in a hurry. It says. There are too many of you. It must be like a ripple, a sprinkly rain, a stream. It is like water, seeping into everything. 

I am writing now about our spiritual evolution. 

I am writing now to nudge us all into the slow sprint from suffering. 

I am writing now of the love-led revolution, which starts with the remembering of inner wisdom.