Ring it in
Does what I create ring us in
Does what I create strip us down and wipe us dry? Does what I create become a product of me or something else, something greater, something beyond, Something that I cannot claim?
I speak to you and I feel the ache in my chest grow. Like a sore, a bird ready to fly. Is this pain one of opening, is this something of expanse? Or is this something that’s bound and ready to rip me apart and leave me stuck in a trance?
Is this dance something I’ll ever get to escape from or is it something that I’ll get to take into my own hands, one moved from my own feet, aligned with the cosmic beat? Can I finally be opened up to flow in a way where I can truly and fully let myself go? Or will I drown? Will I stumble? Will I fall? Is it safe to drop the ball and let it go rolling rolling rolling down the hill? Will Sisyphus push it back up again?
Can I trust myself to be disciplined and to be kind or will I loose myself and walk around blind?
What if love has already won and the world is just waiting to catch up? What if my system is just recalibrating into the sphere of understanding? What if I don’t need to try so fucking hard all the time and instead allow it all to be easy? What if it’s safe to let my tears fall, to feel the support of the trees, of loving friends, of a hand to hold, of a warm meal?
What if it’s finally safe to let all of this be true and real and what if there’s nothing else we need to do other than open open open up and allow?
Allow the love in, allow in the lightness, allow in the feelings that make your insides push out the old, like a cloth being rung out to dry, allow in the heaving and the wailing and the deep sigh of relief. Allow yourself to hold and then to relax and let it all fucking go.
Allow in the peace, and allow in the pleasure. Trusting that your clear words and right intentions and asks of the great divine are always answered. For more space, for more closeness. For more of this and less of that, it’s the great balancing act to bring the heart to suspend lighter than a feather, a gift from the bird, taken deep from somewhere down below. You swam to find me, you listened to the snow. The full uniqueness of you, you did not know what it is that you would do, though you always have known your freedom.
For you sing what you cannot speak and you dance what needs to be heard. You bless the words of a friend, you let go of following the herd and roam your own path. A being unique from the rest, vagabonds of like mind and spirit, those rooted in the earth heart of the Great Mother find you as you venture farther in. Farther out, and together we wander home.
What once was lost, now is found. You’ve known it all along, open up from your crown and hear your heart sing.
