My power encompasses this land
The land of my internal space
The space of unknowable bounty
The realm of uncompromising softness
The throne of endless rising
The site of shameless rejoicing
The dark wounds opened wide
For receiving
The warmth of ones Self
The work-song born
While listening
To the voice
Of forgotten sadness
This me, this self, I am.
That way, which carries
Tumbling stones down an old
Path traveling in the direction
Of nowhere in particular
Because Being
Is sister
To becoming.
Sharing this poem is part of an exploration into my creative process, sharing less content on social media accounts and moving more of my personal insights to my own platform