I held your essence with me because I knew it might be the last time.
I carried your smell in my nostrils and hoped with each breath that it wouldn’t disappear because I knew it might be the last time.
I held that feeling of ease with which looked into your eyes in that rawest moment because I knew it might be the last time.
I am comforted by the familiar feeling in my soul, like I know you from far away and forever and it made it easier to know this might be the last time.
Stare at the crack in the paint
until you see the beauty.
The legends are true.
Everything exists in it’s own space and time.
So, it IS real.
Step away from self to see.
I am a groove that runs deep.
Far beyond what a material existence can perceive;
and when I am in my Light body
I push dust and gas together
to make planets and stars.
I am a part of the beginning and the end,
in the space where both exist
in one place, in one time.
Infinity inward, infinity outward.
My body aches from sobbing.
I’ve drained more of the poison from inside me.
By speaking the unspeakable I experienced a release like none I’d felt before.
Hidden behind a wall of hurt, fear, tears and tantrums was stillness.
I felt arms holding me.
I cried and cried, letting the tears wash me clean.
Then the demon was standing before me, weakened from the exorcism.
In its place, a presence seeps into my every cell.
Love. Wisdom. Peace. Intelligence. Beauty. Creativity. Joy