Gold

Layers and layers start peeling off to reveal the gold that had always been there.

We resist change.

We resist letting go of what needs its own space and time to shed.

We hold on to the illusion of control, when we can’t even breathe alone.

It’s life, it’s Her, that breathes us.

The delusion of thinking we know.

Our greatest work is to become an instrument for what just Is to flow through us.

Surrendering to the wind as leaves do.

Letting the layers of becoming fall apart.

Revealing what was never lost.

The light always shines brighter in the dark.

In life’s embrace, in Her arms, I close my eyes only to awaken for the first time.