Oh I have missed the Steemit Vision Quest, I have missed the opportunity it provides for me to journey inwards, to journey inwards and connect with my higher self. Because I know, we all know what we need to do. We just need to remember to listen, to listen to the wisdom that flows through us and is forever seeking ways to be shared and celebrated.
So thank you 
for creating this, creating this quest and holding the space, thank you for bringing this back into my life and allowing me to unite with all the other wonderful people involved. Thank you 
, 
, and 
for co-facilitating the quest. And thank you to 
for inspiring me.
the image is not mine, but it fits perfectly with my poem.
From The Mud, The Lotus Blooms
From the dark, the light emerges.
But wait,
All,
is not as it seems,
we need to look and see
what is this ?
What is this before me,
that keeps returning in my dreams.
For nothing
is ever black or white
the real learning
lies between the two.
For that is where
we must pursue
to regain our balance
and be reborn anew.
This mud,
This Dirt
Our sustainer of life,
the mud nurtures and protects,
it bursts forth new life.
it is from this muddy earth we are born
and to it we shall return.
Uniting and linking us all,
to the cycles of life,
to Dance
within it's intricate design,
The composition of mud
so complex and divine.
This sacred
organic matter
that provides us with what we need,
holding our roots,
anchoring us to our past and present deeds.
This mud,
that is murky and dark
that is seen as unclean
remember
it is the minds of many
that project this thought
the minds of many
that wish to turn you away
that wish to interrupt this play,
of wildness and freedom
of magic and sublime
do not forget
your thoughts
are those formed within your mind.
Remember
Remember from where you have come!
Yes it is from the Mud,
that the Lotus Blooms,
It is within this Spiritual Flower
that we like to assume,
that our awakening
awaits us
our time to be reborn
our time of awareness
a time where we are no longer torn.
The focus always on the flower
on the light
on the joy
but it is the pain
it is the sorrow
that has empowered us
and gifted us with light
remember
remember
we are nothing without night.
The Mud,
our provider,
the Lotus,
our vision in bloom,
this perfect unity
conceived in the earths womb.
Yes!
this is our journey
this is our story
this is our Moment
Of beauty and infinite glory.
