I wander,
beneath the weight of my expectations,
moving in and out,
weaving my way through,
each breath, a revelation.
Enlightened by my own existence,
the simple act of being present,
rolls in,
parrallel with the visions I once cast away.
I sink my feet into the ground,
the damp morning dew greets me
and I feel my lungs rejoice.
Such simplicity
perceived as regression,
When this progress we value,
eats us up, twisting our values and blinding our view.
A thin veil, surrounds us, and yet
we don't dare push our way through.
For fear of seeing the reality, that we have co created.
Our power twisted,
into nightmares, that claw at our reserve,
abandoned,
we are doomed to repeat, to continue to fall in line.
To listen to this story, of our demise.
The blind, leading the blind.
And yet, the light awaits,
always waiting,
this next cycle, that calls on us
to return,
to a place of knowing,
that calls on us
to pause,
to seek out, our inner courage
and break away.
To sever this deception, that snaked it's way into our way of living.
To take back our symbols, our words of power,
to dance beneath the fertile moon,
to feel the wisdom pulsating through our being,
our whole being,
connected,
resurrected.
The sacred self.
The divine within.
