via Tania Kazi
... pain becomes a way of life, and we stop thinking of ourselves as worthy of receiving the luxury of love. Pain becomes the edifice -- the protective shield between us and the world.
Swimming in the sea of your own spiritual evolution sans the desideratum to ever come up for air, you will soon find that everyone and every thing you encounter plays the role of an alchemist along this path.
I am Awake.
Awake to the changing seasons,
the ebb and flow of unnecessary reasons.
And when you reach that center, strip the cloak of fear, and the one below that, if there’s more, then come naked. Now enter the altar of pain. Hold your hands out and rock it gently.
There was never a cage, this pen could not break, nor a distance the written word could not travel.
Dancing on dew-drops, as you wax lyrical the same morning sun.
I would call it a soft stirring, If I was convinced that is what it was.
Of what yarn shall I start weaving you into the colors of my imagination?