-- Full Moon, August 2017 --
Let us speak of it clearly.
A deeper part of you knows
you were sent here with an inborn understanding --
a thorough fluency in a vision
Not unlike dreaming,
subtle memories of effortless belonging
enveloped you in peaceful-abiding
as natural and inseparable from you
as your own breathing.
With a slow cascade of
Woven into the silent tapestry of you
was a closely-held assumption
there would be a soft place to land --
a trait of our forgetfulness
of where we were all going.
Then, it happened.
Your second day
your second year
perhaps your second decade in,
you came to a harsh realization:
Not every corner
of the fabricated Overlay World
is rooted in the softness you needed.
Not every place, or person,
flows with the Heart-Mind-River
of evolving, becoming, blooming, Being.
This tumultuous 'coming to your senses'
had all the same color, taste, and dark texture of betrayal.
As you gazed out at the Samsaric World,
you may have whispered to yourself:
'This is not what I signed up for.'
You may even have said:
This is not the place for me.
you would be right,
This is why
it is so important
to finally let go
and turn the page;
your original vision was true
but on the other side of it
was a list of instructions.
Found within that which you long to steep
is the very thing you must eventually create.