Into just Being

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.