Sleepless.
Hopeless.
Dreamless.
Fearless.
Soulless.
Careless.
Breathless.
Pointless?
Words swirl in the mind
Building up
A mountain that’s already alive
with phrases incomplete
full to the brim
Building
reaching
searching
for more.
Swirling
tumbling
reaching back up
unable to be released
to be freed from the heaviness
the darkness
that is all around.
Unraveling.
Yet comforting.
Breathless
Yet Breathing.
Soulless
Yet Feeling.
It’s all coming together
once again.
Here you are
at the brink of another dream come true
edging slightly towards the sea of change.
So many emotions
so much to see
A hand that’s holding you back
stuck in the fog of nighttime apathy
of daytime dreams.
Invisible
but oh so real
Careless
but oh so daring
Heartless
but oh so very, very loving.
You’ve been here before
a number of times
Familiar with the giddy electricity
rushing through your body
reaching into your soul
that part of you that can’t be shrunk
that can’t be silenced
and put to sleep.
Familiar with the rigorous ticking
tick tick tick
of the inner rhythm of old beliefs.
Familiar with that restlessness
of the ultimate you
the fearless
sleepless
adventurer who boldly proclaims
what she knows to be her truth.
Dreamless
not you
hopeless
never been
Bottomless
the vision for your future
for the world you can’t but not create
the people you can’t but not be with
the healing you can’t but allow yourself to experience.
You know
always have
the time will come
is almost here
for you to take the leap and jump into your unknown
into your ocean of infinite joy.
The corrupt emotions
mirrors of the world around
won’t keep you
hidden from the purest sense
of what you will achieve.
It might have been a few years since you exhaled, fully, and allowed yourself to go to the next level of your very own journey of life.
It might have been a while since you allowed yourself to voice what’s been bubbling up deep inside.
It might have been months since you created from the depth of your core. I know it has been for me.
I create, daily. I create worlds, words, phrases and dare I say lives in the midst of shallow shadows of the walking dead. And yet, I haven’t created from the center of my being, haven’t spoken from that place of deep transformation, of the holy presence we all have.
No time.
No space.
No voice.
No idea.
What to say, where to go, who to talk to, how to feel.
It’s not true, you know.
It’s all just lies.
Nothing new
You know it’s true
your body is forcing you
can’t you see
there’s no other way to go
but in
Why else would you feel this way?
Why else would you lie here
wide awake
in the middle of the night
thoughts building
the mountain alive
emotions threatening to take control
until you can’t but
–
exhale
and let it go.
Art, that’s all there needs to be.
It’s messy
it’s dirty
it all there’s left to do
for you
right here.
Don’t wait until it’s perfect.
Don’t wait until you’re ready.
Don’t wait until the voiceless
part of you
gives in
– no longer coming to you.
