I hear it whispering
through my veins.
That longing again.
I hear the call from the locked faraway doorways and corridors of my Soul.
It’s a silent cry that cracks my bones open.
Broken into pieces as shattered memories of past and future stories.
Re-membering and
mending together
the pieces of my
collapsed mirror.
My vessel can no longer
hold in the desire to be uncontained;
drifting away with every storm
that deafens and blinds us
into awakening.
Into seeing.
Into being seen.
Into holding oneself,
and each other in oneself.
Into just Being.
Journey To The Self 