And the need to get tiny, be invisible, and hide
Reveling in the rush of free fall
Then grasping in white knuckled terror
The days you are patient and sure
Followed by hurricane's rage and fury
At times, all are your kindred
But there are times you feel utterly alone
Moving naturally, instinct and intuition your compass
Then a moment later back up in your head, searching for control and assurance
You learn every day
You realize you know nothing
Conquering fear by charging ahead, right in it's face
Other times wanting nothing more than to be held, warm and close, while someone strokes your hair and says "It's okay"
To live, open and awake, every day the heart expanding, the pain, love and joy woven together
While the days of comfortably closed are a dim memory
Desiring nothing more than to be truly seen, unfiltered, and loved wholly for it
And later, finally giving that gift to yourself
You're a work in progress
And those old habits die hard
But, over time you realize there are no dreams that come without risk, and that if you can't be who you are, then you can't breathe
You see that free fall has it's own unique way of creating space, and that life will fill that space with good things, if you let it
So you begin to learn of letting go.
You start to understand the unexpected power in those times of vulnerability you used to hide and run from
You learn the power and sacredness of pleasure and honoring the desires that the Divine has placed within you
You learn day by day while walking and speaking your truth with integrity
You are witness to the danger of smallness and the destruction that comes with numbness
You see evidence, every day, that what is meant for you cannot pass you by
Light, dark, good, bad, real and time become fluid, elastic concepts that change shape like play-doh
And it's weird because your sight is so altered
And a thousand poems could probably never capture what it's like
But you keep writing them anyway
Because it's what you do
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