Sometimes I search deep within myself and all I can envision is a cold and vacant place ...My inspiration frozen in time and space. Glazed over with frost which glistens below the surface. My breath is heavy, trying to expand this cage hanging in the air, on this journey to the unknown.
The ice caresses this journey with a hue of yellow and purple. Melting into the clouds above my thoughts. The wind is blowing gently, the white snow drifting through my unbridled thoughts.
The sting of these ice crystals nipping at my skin, yet buffered by a more powerful force of spirit. The clear pure image dissolves inside my soul and melts the frigid illusions into my psyche . Lifting my paralysis of this writer's cramp. My mind opening to embrace the joy and beauty blessing my eyes.
I now jump into the cold water , as it was as a child...feeling the first shock of the blight of emergence. I surrender feeling as in the summer when I jumped into a cold lake.
The jolt awakens, showing me visions unknown waiting for my acknowledgment . I am yet to know what this is, why this is, or where it will take me. I simply open my mind relinquishing the need to control or judge. Embrace what is given in a wisdom beyond my own knowing.
I am threading water till I lay back and float, reaching a universe of my own creation. I am afraid to breathe, to disturb this wonder within my sight and soul. I let go...feeling the amniotic fluid from which I was born into. Mother Earth surrounding me and holding me safely to its breast.
I am drifting as if dreaming, the mist carrying the new water the offspring, pregnant with their own ideas and fulfillment of dreams put to motion.
The seasons of life, waiting to blossom into the joy of awareness. I see hope on the horizon, the melting of the barren birthed into inspiration.
I move from my place of comfort to foretell another journey of my soul. Into the new dawn of His creation. Thank you.
This written today while meditating.