hinders transformation. It's a bit like cooking over very low heat, when what you actually need is a blazing flame. I love the ocean, ache for its sound, mystery within unfathomable depths of blueness, the scent of salt, of life given and taken, energy released, abundance and uncontainable vastness bound into one, within the renderings of my own fantasies. Yet, I hesitate, go half way out, when a full step is demanded, knowing very well that destiny will not accept less than complete abandon. I stall, I am afraid of losing more than I willing to gamble.
I've been eating out of Illusion's generous hand. I've been listening to its comforting promises... The poison has taken root, and I've become entangled in the sweetness of a wicked dream. For too long, have I been indulgent in safety's palace.
But in the depths of apathy, a flame continues to resist, pushing for realization, fulfillment and awakening, for rising above all lies and chimeras, for laughing at Temptation's golden face. It shouts, 'What are you but Spirit?' It sings, 'Awaken, awaken, and to your full potential rise.' 'No chains shall hold you but those of your own making, for you are Spirit, for you are light born within and out of Light.' And the flame burns and burns. Layer after layer, it consumes, waiting for you to open your heart and say, 'Yes.'
Fear of change might hold you down, keep you from rejoining that very light that is not only you but is also burning for you, seeking to dispel all of darkness, shadow by shadow. Yet, in the end the choice will always be yours. So say yes, and yes and yes. Then light shall transcend darkness, and darkness shall embrace light.
A note to self.
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