Scale by scale I feel my armour dropping away.
and places opening in me…
I step through to
inhabit these new places,
and the silt of grief
shifts,
moves,
blows away…
I stretch my arms out and up
to shake myself free,
and the dust
settles,
becomes fertile ground
for
more growth
more openness,
more space for joy and happiness,
and,
now that my life is
less and less
circumscribed
by my reactions to
others’ reactions to me,
there’s more light.
Now
I can allow myself
to see my light,
and choose it,
and leave the darkness
to disappear into its native nothingness,
any memories of darkness
now replaced
with the abundance of light
constantly renewing itself
Because it is its own Source.
