Pulling out from the Curb
The season of resting and cleansing has past,
the time of truth has arrived.
The work of processing, sorting, letting go, and renewal
has sifted through my interior
arriving at the point
at which I began.
Underneath once again
Finding my Way through
the hurts, humiliations, and losses
along the Way.
Using a chisel to pound at the hardened rocks
Of pain lodged deep
In my body
Waiting for the shattering of the hardness
Taking me back to my
Vector of truth.
The time when my heart opens freely and loves
When I am no longer constrained by the hardness
And the essence of my being flows
Freely in Love.
The large boulders placed in my being
Transformed to larger