Reaching in, looking for that faith, some days are harder than others and I know that from trudging through dark days, living in silent reproach unknowing if today is the day it is done.
That undoing ever reaching for me as I deek and dodge my own destiny. Lying in the sand digging a head shaped hole and here comes the tide washing it all away, reminding me to carry on, do not stray.
Reaching down to the pit of my core, looking for more. What else do I need!? I have it all and then some, yet that nagging disbelief beckons softly, madly, loudly!
Is enough really enough? To make haste in this world, to survive and thrive in a day fraught with whispering uncertainty shaking my foundations, rattling my bones as I cry out in this space, I am One
One not acknowledged, understood or verified, it all rests in the heart never terrified. Bring it out like a sword!
Swing truth at thine imaginary enemy and bet the world bears down on me with all its gravity. Feeling unaccomplished, distraught and to raw to be well known.
Glanced in my direction and walk away, my beingness too rough to warm beside. A fire raging in my chest and eyes, dignified.
What awaits me in the bosom of this mystery? Ever tantalizing, beckoning me through door after door. When or where does it end? Never. Welcome to eternal creation, the design of which is that of your own. Teetering on savage causality, duality shattering banality.
Ground and still your heart wild one, for the sun doth shine and the Earth do spin. Life is freedom to a whim.
Just to be, and needs to flow.
