There is something shifting in my heart
A calling only I can hear
When I hit the bottom of tears of years
Flood over, washing ‘habit-cope’
Cracked wide open I AM
To feel it ALL
I was unable
Until this moment stopped in time
To feel the move on in
And through...
Oh dance of grief,
Welling an acid-burn in my bowels so tender
Of choices not so kind
A daily reminder i am not worthy
Of a pure deep dive of alkaline self-nurture
Yet something beckons and I hear
Not from my tower...
From my knees and face-grazed earth
Cracked wide open am I
To let the God’s light of rest
Seep on in...