Forge the Tiniest Crack

Forge the Tiniest Crack
 
There is a place we each must journey to.
To face things we’ve been running from
our whole lives.

To face things that caused us to believe we were unworthy. Of love.
And unworthy
of life.

So we can settle in to something. To anything.
And rest our tired shoulders upon the unmovable. The essential.
To hunker in to some real kind of warmth.

The kind that darkness and stillness can only provide.

To unfurl within us a welcoming. A startling softness.
Throughout our body
underneath hard edges and encrusted layers,
jagged corners. The ones we’ve been avoiding. Side stepping.
Because we were so afraid to reach out a hand
and feel what rests below their surface.

For in our innocence, we had fully come to believe
they would cut and pierce us to the core.

And it is here we must go. We absolutely must.

To face what we once believed. And ask ourselves,
“Am I afraid to die? Or am I more afraid to come fully alive?”
Because this is the question whose answer will shatter all previous falsity.
And begin to forge the tiniest crack

across the coldness and terror of our hearts
as our own deep despair reveals
a most brilliant light. Shining in full-spectrum color
beneath a hard smooth surface.
Awaiting the right conditions
of the one willing to look and see
a bedazzling existence of awe and wonder
that breathes
all we are and have been
into the most restrictive places of our common suffering.
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Places that have not known how to do it any differently.
Because of the conditions we were raised within.
To believe what was passed down. As is the way of human form.
 
It’s in the settling. To all that has passed through us.
Into the places that scare us and leave our body trembling.
Wanting to run. To get out. And hide.
Inside of which we find our stability. For our sacred presence.
For the capacity we each have. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US.
To face all of life
with tears in our eyes and say, “I am here. I love you.”
 
I am here.
I love you.
I am here.
I love you.
I am here.
 
I am ready to allow Love to reveal through me what coming fully alive is and is for.
 
Sharon Ann Rose
July 2018
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