Calm me. I am treading softly.
I can’t tell what I’m walking on,
but the texture is unnerving.
I get the sense it’s paved in others like me.
Travelers who’ve journeyed this way previously.
Don’t look too closely.
Just keep moving.
Don’t let it all be,
thus for nothing…
Head up… No tripping.
These whispers are companions to me.
Constantly reminding there is a reason for everything.
If darkness surrounds me this season,
it’s for my protection and proper seasoning.
All part of the recipe perfecting my reasoning,
wisdom reaching deep roots of love into the earth beneath,
then extending into The Eternity leading to and from me.
Oh, what a wonderful and strange reality.
Between It and the ethereal things above my conscious knowing,
my existence, the existence of all things remains a mystery to me,
all orchestrated to prosper and protect the living from being seen,
by anything lying in the light that might swipe right.
at the opportunity to see one of these as an easy meal, ripe for the picking.
And I might have been before knowing that fighting for someone like me,
meant I only needed to stand and move freely in the directive given me,
being true to the heart and mind I’ve been given to live in,
I will remain loyal to the gut attached too.
These whispers remind me to accept all gratefully,
all while witnessing the power of silence enveloping me in times of need.
How this unwittingly saved me before I learned the art of flight into higher insights for sanctuary.
The secret of life and youth found in solitude, to come into union with everything,
A feeling surpassing peace.
Thank you for allowing me to rest easy,
in the unknown things that are above me.
Thank you for keeping me grounded in the dark
when the lesson was still within me,
requiring my digging in, nurturing,
and receptivity to cultivating.
I am beginning to understand the kindness Life did me without my knowing.
I don’t think I could have stomached the dead things in my surroundings.
Had I been given the ability to see them, they may have then come to know me.
The mountains of bodies beneath me required my ignorance to maintain peace.
And I had to appear small among all of these, it was the only way to camouflage.
Mix what’s dead with the living, and allow the two seeds to grow together for harvesting…
After living enough life, dying enough deaths, rebirthing into new states of being,
I am beginning to see the medicine of realism hidden,
within centuries of analogous sugar coating.
Just like me…
My eyes high reaching for insights, while remaining steady,
honed to the points of light leading the way to my destiny.
I feel it guiding from my gut, over the weaving paths of life and death.
My heart beats from my chest as I grow nearer to the best in me.
The path was made just for me, created to suit my feet, perfectly.
It’s then the light can serve me and my eyes will open wide.
There will be no one and nothing but new surroundings.
It suits me beautifully and is welcoming to anyone else,
willing to walk with the living, oh, what a wild ride it’s been.