the quiet observer is relentless.
she sees all
and smiles
while simultaneously nodding
with her eyes.
her all too knowing glances
leave you slightly subdued.
hushed like a secret
being whispered in your ear.
the unlikely lover
whom unmasks you
and
removes your armor
without a word.
the question(s) remaining unspoken
but so prevalent
in all manner of movement.
her eyebrows inquire,
"why is your heart so heavy, dear one?"
her eyelashes ask,
"where is your heart space in the midst of this sadness?"
her lips quiver with interrogation,
"who calls forth your bliss and ecstatic pleasure?"
the questions hit various parts,
especially the core.
deeply rooted
lies the demon of
doubt,
fear,
shame.
almost algorithmic
in the sensations of pain,
shooting
inside and outside
of the skin.
a voice both
silky and sticky
is then heard.
arrogant and self-righteous.
muddled with sweetness
which initially causes confusion.
its hushed undertones promise spiritual awakening
veiled with the notion
of total support and encouragement.
crafty and cunning
with little regard for your input.
i
need
you.
i
can
teach
you
many
things.
you
owe
it
to
me.
you're
the
only one
that
understands
me.
this voice
drags you under,
lowering you
to depths
that bottomless
doesn't fully describe.
then
it buoys you up
for a breath of fresh air
tricking you into thinking
it's a reprieve
but the inevitable sinking,
taking you
down
down
down
is constant.
it feels as though
your life force is depleted and
the feelings of being trapped in
your body, mind and soul
become reality.
this energetic prison
appears to be inescapable.
the voice follows you
everywhere you go...
helpless and immobile
you wonder (and perhaps hope)
if the end is near...
then,
your intuition nudges you
lovingly,
reminding you to....
listen...
as total silence envelops you,
the rhythmic sounds
of your own heartbeat
echo with your breath.
the waves of your essence
travel down to the ground
where Mother Earth
sings in unison.
she then smiles
as a crescent moon appears before you.
your wings have spread.
flight towards the heavens is the freedom
you have longed for
since the day you were born.
rainbows of light and sparkles
emanate from your entire body.
the ground is no longer visible
and Earth is but a circle of blue, brown and green.
the cosmos fully embraces you
as you notice that there are others
bright lights shining forth.
the illusion of a caged prison dissipates.
the mirage of the vampiric teeth
slowly depleting you
becomes nothing but a distant memory
long forgotten
for you have stepped fully into
Your Power
and Into
The Now.
at the bottom of your feet is a curious sight.
skin.
your old skin.
it has been shed.
even the outline of your body is no longer visible.
it is light
and flame
and strength.
it is power of pure and vast love.
infinite and graceful.
this was written
so that you may always remember
your gift and medicine within.
