Exfoliation

Sometimes it feels like what I know

is just beyond my finger tips

The things I had

so firmly in my grasp

Securely they were tucked away 

into my pouch of knowledge

And some I cradled

in the palm of my hand

My heart swelled

with Divine Truth

A Truth I did not need to defend

or explain

And then it's gone

Vanishing before my very eyes

Leaving nothing but 

the sparkle of fairy dust behind

As if to remind me of what I once

had...but lost

Like a helium balloon whose string

has just slipped from my grasp

I run after it 

unable to reach the strings end

And I sadly watch it

as it move further and further away from me

until it eventually disappears from my view

I know it was there

I know it was real

But in this moment

there is nothing to prove it's existence

except for what is in my memories

These are the days when I slow right down

almost to a stop

I gather in what I know to be true

Even if I can't feel it in my soul,

I gather it in

I let the mud and mire fill my boots

I sink up to my knees

my hips

my waist

Movement is hard

but still possible

I don't know when or how I will be release

but I know I will

Even as it slips up around my throat

and eventually covers my head

I adjust

Divinely I shift to suit the environment around me

and I continue to move forward

ever so slowly, it would seem

For I am in  constant transformation

Metamorphosis is always taking place

And some season bring bigger changes

As is the season I find myself in now. 

It is the season to

Dig Deep

Slay Demons

Move Mountains

Cross Chasms

Stand Naked

Only to find out

The Deep has already been dug

The Demon, the Mountain and the Chasm

were all of my own design

and

to realize

I am always naked.

Nothing has left my grasp

My grasp was the very thing

that turned what I had

into fairy dust

giving the illusion

of It being gone

Do with out Doing

Live within the Fierce Stillness of your Soul

Let your Fire Burn freely

Be fully and completely your Wild Self

 theses are the messages

whispered to me as I exfoliate within the mud

words being etched onto my soul

stitched into my heart

while other words...

other mantras

are being removed.  

This month of April

I give to myself

as I am in

yet another

season of re-birth.

This month will be for me

to give to myself

what I need most

to nurture my heart

to hold my dreams

to tend to the wounds

and build on my strength.

This is the time

I wrap myself in my Divine love

and watch myself bloom

Love and Light