Truth can burn
I haven't posted online in a while.
I've had 'growth spurt' to put it lightly.
I've had the shit kicked out of me and after resisting I’ve finally deepened into myself more.
I've come out of hibernation to see the snow has melted.
I thought I would never stop spinning.
I welcome this white fire that has burnt me.
I woke up in this cave to a dream that shook me, showed me.
What it was that I truly desired
What it was that I truly was
What I was pretending to be ~
A butterfly in a cocoon
Not trusting enough to fly free
And it burnt me
It showed me that I was the one blocking my own power
And of course I knew that
And of course I couldn’t see it clearly
I stayed in the cocoon
And it felt safe not to feel
But the thing is
The clever thing is
That the truth is nagging
It kept trying to whisper to me
It spoke to me through my body
You don’t need a psychic or a cloud to tell you
You always know the truth
and with great pressure, suffering and tension we can attempt to block it
or we can give in and allow it to burn
How much faith does a butterfly have to know it can fly once it leaves it's home?
This fire doesn't burn us
it is burning all that isn't us.
and from those ashes we become a new kind of thing.
Something from the dreams of our Soul,
that is more authentically us.