Wild horses,

Golden sand,

Windy gusts,

Moved by the same force.

Love holds my hand,

Hope braids my hair,

Faith kisses my cheek,

Intimacy with the same force.

Fields of pink,

Clouds of white,

Dessert of black,

Breaking from the same force.

Muse climbs into my body,

Guides me through stony obstacles,

Caresses canvas with brush strokes,

Giving a name to the one force.

Trust.

The force of trust.

Trusting the process.

Becoming one with trust.