Somewhere between
curves and the straight path
a rock stood
waiting for my arrival
to find seat and contemplate
on the journey left behind,
and the quest lying ahead.
And in this rest stop
restoration began
as it suddenly occurred to me
that the blaze of roar
coming from the earth
was the graceful evanescence of fear.
With each breath
my substance,
essence,
and my being
reconditioned to a universal consciousness
of truth and divinity.
I was half way home. I was almost there
where God had designed the pilgrimage
while cutting through the mountains
to the here and now
of this place I now
get to call home.
peaceful feeling!
I love the feel of this, Millie………. It’s the coming home, birth by cold cool water……….touched by fire and still……always, only love.
Love and light are the forces of our being. Always…love.