Monday, October 20, 2008


Eyes closed,
I throw away
All that no longer serves me.

I will not hold on.
I will not look back.
I must clear the space
For my Soul's emergence.

Long awaited

Wings billow inexplicably in the fleshy seed coat.

The pain of bursting rips me open
with the promise of emergence.
She has been calling me out for a lifetime.
She has fed me the catalyst.

I vow to listen.
I vow to act.
I am ready

For what
I do not know

1 comment:

Andreamuse said...

This poem is so meaningful to me!