Your Gift

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.