I know you’ve found a home of sorts
in a cold, dingy cave somewhere:
somewhere devoid of life and nourishment,
somewhere where you teach yourself to breathe cautiously and
not more than n breaths per day.
This is where you live with all your fears (they call on you like your best of friends, no?)
They come over and regale you with stories
of you being inadequate and never-quite-enough.
You yearn for some warmth, some ray of light, some semblance of comfort, and air-
oh! how you yearn to breathe fully and deeply with every molecule of your Being.
But you’ve become too comfortable in this supposed home
There are all these friends you’d hate to leave behind.
And yes you want those things but what about
the uncharted, unknown territory where they lie?
So you stay and shut your soul up, quieting it down for the 100th time.
But you know what’s gonna happen one day?
The cold will get worse, the stories will get too much
and then you’ll care not for what your concerned friends will say to you.
You’ll only want the Light.
You’ll only want the Light and you’ll want it more than anything else.
And that is when you’ll stamp your feet, grind your teeth, square your shoulders and say:
‘This is not where i am meant to be at’
And you’ll know the Light is your home.
You’ll know that is where you fit,
and you’ll give up this futile struggle to carve a place
You’ll allow in your greatness.
You’ll say yes to your potential.
And the dark cave behind will let out a sigh, calling you back to shrink
But you’ll walk forward to expand.
Expand. Expand. Expand.
To walk forward and never look back,
to walk forward and be
the brightest, fiercest swirling galaxy you’ve ever seen.