Set out. No direction really, just set on communing.
I’ll walk the way inside, as deep as it’ll take me. The midpoint between what is known and unknown to me. I fall in. Sinking and soaking instantly frozen and warmed in the same moment. Everything all at once.
Until I’m no longer falling but floating, and then no longer floating but flying, and soaring.
The same image over and over again, each reflection more vivid and heartful to me.
Meaningful in the best way until I release it into the well before me.
The two cents I would rather toss in than keep.
A whisper extracted from my being, another level of reverence shown, energetic currency. Intention conveyed within each.
Conveying what I think I mean, but then the well sends it back to me, reflecting with ripples I’ve released. Beginning inside of me, I feel inclined to open my wings and let all cares form the wind beneath.
Repeats, only further empowering. Experience deepens comprehension of the spaces held within each. I allow buoyancy and peace to come knocking, let me hear and know each by the nature beneath the names. Signature moves, moving in on me, revealing the beauty outside my current reach. And so I start again… climbing and resting to dance when needed. In the sanctuaries that make space for me, more space to these be given to live in, comfortable in their skin by proxy to the sun rising in each. What a time to be living, the next revolution. An evolution, from top to bottom. Solid to liquid to solid again. With a flap of wings fulfilling dreams foreseen. To each their own creations. With ever the ability to shift them and gain further comprehension. Learning to paint expressions under the cover of love and peace. Decisions based in these bear the best outcomes.
All is experience, and so, all can be sweet when seeking the light beneath the mountain beyond the shadow cast. First flight, no fight, only submission, a new position for me. The sword queen. It’s not what it looks like I’m pulling them from me, not posing for the battle they cost me to replay again. Suspension, the hanged man, the new view has me laughing. I like the best of all the rest of them. I see me from all directions the final point in the diamond…
A champion of my own story, wrestling in the mud until reason found it’s feet. Ready and waiting for all things incoming on the inevitable backswing, forming connections beneath the skin… purifying the rivers within. Breathing in warm wind, relishing in the cold to know the difference. Wild, like the trees looking in on me. Excited to sing the good news I found in me. The love of a good story, and all these skin suits containing untold pages, condemned, like most good books. While worth reading, a real nail-biter before stumbling into the sword and the stone, only to find, they alone could pull the sacred item from the rocky holster. Shine a light on all the moments screaming for release, get to know the piece wanting to be seen.
Don’t scorn and be reborn, mercy not sacrifice, stop cutting yourself off from what is needed for your own healing. Religion is another way to drain your energy, the spirit, of vanity, the little horn with big things to claim, throughout the ages, an outlet to preach and confess in secret, doing nothing concrete. Something is listening inside, sees everything until in the mirror it’s all we see. Stabbing back to find it’s our own reflection beaten by our decision.
Find me patching things, seeing the side of me from all sides of the diamond in my memory, the precious medal given to me, fuel for skyrocketing. If I can be so horrid, then surely I can swing just as far in the opposite way! Optimism has its time and place, and so the smile finds my face so many times daily, I’m sure some people would imagine me crazy. Cause I can be crushed just as easy for moment between. Being what we are is a wonderful thing. An ocean, a whole sea containing the cocktail of me. And everything I see depends on the lens I keep hidden in me…