Make space, make space.
Make space for the new that is being born.
Make space for the tendrils of life
    that are poking their heads up
    from beneath the ground
    where they have lain hidden.
Make space for the new idea
    you have been afraid to think.
All that is coming into being
    is asking you to notice it
    and to give it space.

If you are looking backward
    you are not looking forward.
If you are clinging to the known,
    you are not smelling
    the fragrance of the unknown
    that is coming through the window.
Make space. Make space,
    for the Rising Sun is shining brightly now
    upon the blessed Earth and within each heart,
calling you to new life,
calling you home.