I Can Tell You This

I cannot do it for you,
but I can tell you this:

To find what you seek,
you must do the work.

Walk the path, however slowly.
Move. Be still.
Speak up. Go deep.

Purge, heave, sob.
Tear open your own heart
and let all the darkness bleed out of you.
Make room for the light to pour in.

Day after day, drop the expectations.
Take the bushels of shame off your back.
Set them down. Walk away.
Repeat.

Scatter your stories in the dust.
Say "thank you." Let them go.
Keep going.

In time, tiny magical moments
will creep into your days.

You will see clearly
and find light in every darkness.

You will feel the pulse
of the universe in your very veins.

You will stand taller in your bones
than ever before.

You will feel intensely alive,
and you will have done it all on your own.

Then, and only then,
when you least expect it,
an arm around your waist
will feel like freedom,
and you'll break into a run,
laughing at the sky,
every other step barely skimming the ground,
the path ahead paved in possibility.

Come Along

Come along, come along!

There are places
on this blue earth
we are meant to be,
hand-in-hand.

There is work to be done,
love to be made,
stories to be told.

There are wounds to mend,
hearts to crack open,
fires to kindle.

There is nothing to fear,
no more time to waste.

The divine, she calls.
Move into it. Step forward.

Come along, come along, come along.