The fear

The fear 

The fear is that I am nothing. Unlovable by all that the words I speak will become my reality and my downfall. Can I really trust what I say when my feet grow cold and my body seems to be ripped out of me form the center? Solar plexus to the left, right behind the ribs. There’s the spot, the weak spot, the soft spot, the vulnerable spot. “To shut the door on terrible times” yet how can we close ourselves off from the horrors of the world and still keep an open heart? My chest heals. My breath heaves. And I move up and down as the energy is moved and released. In poem or some song or something else. There’s land that we can tend. There’s options, there’s routes, there’s hundreds of people that need to be fed. How will we get through? How can I keep myself open amidst a world gone so mad yet upon an earth that awakens. My body is part of it all. The mind swims in the realms of what the collective dwells within. My body craves to ground itself into the sweet and peaceful knowing’s of the earths love. Of divine love, of a love unconditional, that goes through all time and all space and breaks all bonds and all constraints, that transforms all pain into glory and all fears into love. The kinds of things that our bodies understand. The kinds of things that our breath knows. The kinds of things that we truly can just feel, and we feel to heal, and we feel to remember and we feel to stay present within our moments and we feel. If you’re afraid of what you need, know that you are surrounded by love, I am surrounded by love, 

How do we get through it all, how do we get by? Do I send out the message that seems to rip me from my core? Or do I let the dust settle and then feel into what’s in store? How can we write a whole new tale when the tails of the old are still being told? 

Count our blessings? I’d give my heart to everyone that I met. I yearn to, for to keep it all held up is to keep my soul locked into place. Compassion for a story that we do not know.