Yesterday,
I saw The Crack.
That ancient place
Where coldness lies.
Is this my root?
My foundation?
This lonely place,
My base
Of life?
I thought it was
My origin,
When it came knocking
On my door,
My “stomach-tired,”
My “must sit down,”
My “earth is shaking
In my core.”
But this one time,
Sat face-to-face,
With ancient friend,
So deep, and dark,
I had the courage
To ask it, then,
“Just who are you-
Where did you start?”
The Crack, it wavered,
It lightened, then,
To my surprise,
And my delight,
Under steady
Observation,
The monster faded
From my sight.
The Crack dissolved,
It’s light transformed,
It’s prickly form
Turned inside-out,
A starry warning,
An exclamation,
A potent protector,
Sworn to help.
I breathed relief,
And disbelief,
And wondered how
I was so wrong!
How, sinking shadow,
And fearful fate,
Was just an ally,
All along.
My base is clear!
My root is free!
A softness, settling,
Warm, like doves,
Thank the Goddess!
All this time,
The root of me
Was only love.
Honest Wanderings 