A river
A river fell below me. The ice of the mountain overflowed and the sightlines dimmed. A small voice reached out to say help me. Yet nothing else echoed throughout the land. A softness embraced the darkness following.
A lingering hum seemed to shake the very spirit of my soul. The understanding of depth beyond my comprehension was making me very aware of all that would come about. Certainly I never thought that I would even breathe differently in a moment. Yet here I was absorbing the light. Soaking into the earth as the my very feet sunk deeper.
Not afraid by what was coming forward but not sure of myself either. IN that clear moment I realized just how fragile one soul can be across time.
Never did I think I would be understanding this layer of myself. Nor that of the light and darkness within my spirit. It is true as they say, you can chose either the good or the bad inside yourself. The battle is surreal but truthfully real. Whether you acknowledge it or not is upon you. And even in that one moment, an imagination can be sprung to help cope.
This river, ripped a seam through me. I entertained quite a big shutdown of myself. All in hopes that I could be somewhere that I hoped I really was not. And still I made sure I could not be touched. Though in some way every bit of truth does hold a place inside my mind. The truth rings this depth that I cannot push away.
And when I thought I was going nowhere, God gives me a ring of where I should be. Finding a different layer I needed to see. And as I sit here looking over bits and pieces of my life I realize just how much I am finding my place.
Just thankful for all the hints dropped. Moments that give yes to the answers waging inside my mind. Indeed a different type of progress. Every part is a new trail along a path I thought was overgrown. And now I get to find my way back.
I am looking forward to the trek. And as for the river that knocked me over, well what can I say but thank you. So today I start a process. A slow one but one nevertheless. And a depth of what I was leaning in for, has finally opened.
Slowly the drawings are founded and life is remade as the turbulent river finds resting trickles. That is where I started today.
A lingering hum seemed to shake the very spirit of my soul. The understanding of depth beyond my comprehension was making me very aware of all that would come about. Certainly I never thought that I would even breathe differently in a moment. Yet here I was absorbing the light. Soaking into the earth as the my very feet sunk deeper.
Not afraid by what was coming forward but not sure of myself either. IN that clear moment I realized just how fragile one soul can be across time.
Never did I think I would be understanding this layer of myself. Nor that of the light and darkness within my spirit. It is true as they say, you can chose either the good or the bad inside yourself. The battle is surreal but truthfully real. Whether you acknowledge it or not is upon you. And even in that one moment, an imagination can be sprung to help cope.
This river, ripped a seam through me. I entertained quite a big shutdown of myself. All in hopes that I could be somewhere that I hoped I really was not. And still I made sure I could not be touched. Though in some way every bit of truth does hold a place inside my mind. The truth rings this depth that I cannot push away.
And when I thought I was going nowhere, God gives me a ring of where I should be. Finding a different layer I needed to see. And as I sit here looking over bits and pieces of my life I realize just how much I am finding my place.
Just thankful for all the hints dropped. Moments that give yes to the answers waging inside my mind. Indeed a different type of progress. Every part is a new trail along a path I thought was overgrown. And now I get to find my way back.
I am looking forward to the trek. And as for the river that knocked me over, well what can I say but thank you. So today I start a process. A slow one but one nevertheless. And a depth of what I was leaning in for, has finally opened.
Slowly the drawings are founded and life is remade as the turbulent river finds resting trickles. That is where I started today.
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