Healing

It’s never-ending…

you know that,

right?

We are all following the

Inescapable circle of

Birth and death

Blooming and wilting

And blooming

And wilting

Weathering storm

after storm

Steadfast in

season

after

season

Bones ground down

to dirt and dust

To seed the

minerals of the

stones that will

build the castles

of our great grandchildren.

Sprouting from

ripened soil,

Peeking up from

the past darkness,

eager to drink

in the sunlight

And live fully

in the summer.

Continually overcoming

naturally occurring

obstacles.

We are all perpetually

Healing.

We are never finished

as long as we’re alive.

Each jostle and jab

from the universe around us

Galvanizes emotive recollections

Like some sort of unhinged

run-away psychosomatic cinema

playing through the noise;

Memory dimensionally

interwoven between

mind

and

body

It’s wild, how much

our bodies remember.

Each prick of a rose’s thorn

Reminds us that

There’s yet another

Aspect of self

We’ve yet to own,

To love,

To BE.

Each moment blooms,

Until the petals fall off

And we are held hostage

between the

terribly succulent tension

of Who we were,

Who we are,

And Who we will be.

Chaotically tumbling

through parallel

possibilities

until finally realizing

there’s no better

aesthetic to honor

other than

our own Truth.

That is the stuff

Of ancient heroes,

planets and stars.

An epic journey

Of continual

Self-discovery,

Revelation,

And awe.

The catharsis of

a lifetime of trauma

when the soul

finally finds

its purpose.

Take a breath with me in…

THIS.

MOMENT.

…

…

…

It is within all of us.

Each and every

One of us.

To heal,

We are called

on an epic journey of

mind, body, and spirit.

Each one of us—

our own personal odyssey.

Our own personal mentors

and underworld.

Our own personal

friends and foes.

Our own personal journey

back to ourselves;

a homecoming to

our own Truth.

Our very own

Visceral Unfolding.

Never forget that.