after a long sleep of doubts,
anger, hurt and questions
that buried me
inside an open tomb,
leaving the exposure to heal
with the openness of One.
I had forgotten my power,
the thoughts that co-create
with the universal aid of intentions;
those same delicious frequencies
that magically take me here and there.
I had forgotten
waking up with such joy
that I skip out of my room
while bones crack and stretch
reminding me to slow down.
I don’t care.
This is the meaning of living.
This is the ebb of sorrow and joy
taking it all and pasting it back together
without giving up.
It’s easier to give in,
give out, give up, and forget.
I have been sleeping in such darkness
for too long and allowing no one
to turn on the light.
I needed to feel the switch,
pass my hands through its coldness,
in the rawness of despair,
so I could turn it on…so I could do it alone.
Clarity arrives with rest and prayer.
Awareness returns with faith.
I hear the ringing of truth in one ear.
I see the element of surprise ahead.
I taste the juices of excitement.
I smell the sweetness of success…
for all that I have put out into the openness.
I am home in me again.
It’s been a long time…too long.
The heart echos softly, “Welcome back!”