Somewhere between the womb and the wave,
between the clenched fist and the open hand,
there is a rhythm.

It is not rushed.
It is not forced.
It is the rhythm of becoming.

This morning, I drew three cards from the Osho Zen Tarot.
And together, they told a story—not just for me, but for all of us standing at the edge, waiting for the next page to turn.

PATIENCE came first.
A pregnant figure beneath the arc of the moon.
Not waiting in frustration, but in trust.
She reminded me: every seed has its season. Every story, its sacred pace.
The soul cannot be microwaved. It must marinate in time.

Then came LETTING GO.
A single drop falling from a lotus leaf, returning to the water.
No struggle. Just surrender.
It whispered:
Release what you no longer need to carry.
Let the river take it.
There is grace in dissolving.

And then—perhaps the truest mirror—CONTROL.
A rigid figure of steel and symmetry, gripping the illusion of certainty.
It showed me the tension I still hold.
The part of me that fears the mystery.
That builds pyramids to feel safe from the storm.

But here’s the mythic truth:

Patience is the womb.
Letting Go is the release.
Control is the threshold.

Together, they ask us to soften.
To trust what is gestating.
To release what’s done.
To ungrip the need to manage the magic.

For you, dear seeker—here are some soul prompts to sit with this week:

• What in me is still ripening, even if I can’t see it yet?
• What story, role, or name am I ready to return to the river?
• Where am I gripping out of fear, and how can I soften?

You don’t need to know the next step.
You only need to trust the rhythm.
Something ancient is unfolding in you.
Let it.

In rhythm and in trust,
—Clay