I slip my hand into the palm of the Divine and see where it takes me.
There is no beginning and no end. Only the patient stillness of the now. The tantalising whispers of contemplation draw up from the deepest depths, the answers to the call of the soul.
Who am I now if I am no longer the person I have always been.
Who are my tribe and my family if my closest relationships dissolve under the wave of my new frequency.
The heart is the portal to it all. To all I have been and all I will ever be.
Grace falls like delicate snow upon form after form, lighting the way out of the darkness that has become all I know.
I am both the dark and the light. But the dark is now exhausted, spent, fading out, as it is subsumed by the emerging light. One contained within the other, but one encompassing all things, all levels and dimensions, all beings, all vibrations. The burgeoning whole that holds us all, despite the separation that has crept in between us.
The surging water seeks to bind us all together once more. To wash away all that we seek to defend. All that we think is ours. Now we see it belongs to all of us, for we are the embodiment of luminous consciousness.
I carry the frequency of my spirit, yet also the frequency of the One.
The merging feels like losing myself, but the way of the Divine is that to find your true self, you must surrender it all at the alter of your transcendence.
I slip my hand into the palm of the Divine, for I know that I am love. Love is all there is, and love is all there will ever be, anon.