Prelude to epiphany
…my path to recovery
Remember? Can you see…? I (AM) was there. (Here) Always here. So difficult to scrape the mire from the physical, as you press in to pristine clarity of the spiritual. Easy to allow yourself to get bogged down, held down, tied down, chained captive. It’s no wonder memory fails.
The mind plays tricks. Feels heavy. Dark places lurk. Cobwebs of painful memories choke. Release the black cloak. Let it fall…drift away into the abyss of nothingness. Step forward into the light. Warm washes over wounds. Stay…
Stay here with me child, daughter, son, love, my love.
Yes, My love is what you crave… remember?…
