Trusting the Knowing In the teeming forestthey standembodied in shadow,the ones who know,holding the wisdom of generationsthat is imprinted in my bones.They are intuition,myself, but not only myself;Love, Beauty, Sophia,They meet me in the quiet placeswhen I am stilland when I ask.May the blessing be thatnow and againI set aside my fears,I trust their voice,and …