You with those eyes that can see so deep into souls. You who can explode with light from those wounded places. You who can touch a truth that lies beyond words. With your presence, you sanctify. Who you Are is enough, it is more than enough. Who you Are is perfection. Immortalised divinity. You are shining steel forged in the fire of your suffering, and you have suffered, and you remain.
Your pain is a message to you, from you- if you will only stop fighting and listen.
It was you who lit the fire when I burned. It was me who made a knight of you. We’ve starved and we’ve feasted. Together we have journeyed a million times around the sun, locked in this dance of eternity. You were a child once, saw the light leave my eyes and it changed you. I watched you that time from the heavens and with you I wept, and with you I laughed, though you could not hear it.
Dive down into yourself. Allow the stillness to wash over you and reach out for the light of awareness. When the dawn comes you will realise that you Are the sun. You always were. You must break through your own clouds. You must innerstand.
Autumn winds play with skeletal leaves. They skitter about your feet like discarded paper- like stillborn poetry. Your eyes are caught by a bright patch of moss and you struggle to keep it in focus. Your thoughts pile up like carcasses, and everything is dying. Everything is dying.