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  • Writer's pictureDeborah Bright Wolf

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


I felt

The truth

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

the truth


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

My senses


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.


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