I don’t know how to be in this level of vulnerability
I feel I am on a tightrope of love or self destruction
Potency enters me from every direction
And I laugh out loud at the yearning I had for this….
Yearning, what a word, what a verb, what a state to be in….
Shifting my consciousness, beyond all desiring….
And yet, it so deliciously includes sweet, delectable desire….
So this is a path to draw all of the lessons, the practices,
The daily disciplined devotion to truth?- Ok, I get it….
What I didn’t understand was the sheer vulnerability
The willingness to be seen without my barriers
The human, sticky pieces of me still unhealed…
Revealed….. there for you to see, witness, feel….
And the devotion to throw out all roles I’ve played with others
Surrendering what I thought was my truth and identity
Again and again, like a serpent shedding her skin…
This is powerful and transformative and very, very fast….
I’ll rest atop of the giant expansive ocean, trusting and letting go…
Held by the mystical truths that my brain can not understand
Take me with the tides, further and further out and still…
Still I am here, floating, looking at the sky, breathing deeply…..
The water surrounds me, holds me, loves me,
It beckons for suppleness, opening and vulnerability
And I, I can no longer resist this depth, this truth….
As I leave the land I once knew behind….
Words by Elise Heyward
Art by Gioia Albano Soul Art.