that one
When you come to the one who gathers up all things into itself, there you must stay. —Matthew Fox that one who tells the truth without wavering spacious love flooding the room finds us in the woods of misunderstanding dresses in the question takes our hand as we walk out of the forest together
Great to hear you speak today. Your poems came alive in the process.❤️
Given our human proclivity for getting lost, "that one" (who holds my hand and I, theirs) while walking through the "woods of misunderstanding" (love this!) and out of the forest, is the important one to find and recognize!