A journey so deep, a big dark cavern of unknown, saying yes to something she didn’t understand and yet the path was laid almost predetermined.
A jump into the fire of a yes so big she could’t in her mind figure it out. The unknown of a soul’s longing, so full and silent. Dark inside light. It required a trust and strength unknown to her soul.
Each time she stepped into the desire all ways not knowing, all patterns of doubt slipped into her skin and the itching began. Can you hold still on this path, this way, this road and not scratch your itch? To turn to a yes she didn’t know she had inside her to follow a unknowing as she continued to her walk past the road blocks of personal doubt.
It was a desire that burned so deep it could only be met with a jump, a bolt, holding-surrender, a walk into a unknown, a yes that she had never been met before. A jump, a bolt the biggest fear exposed standing naked in-front of a clothed world.
Why is the unknown souls longing showing up looking like this? I’m not a mountain climber, I’m not, well this isn't the story of what she’s not is it? Yet this, this yes that comes before thinking, comes before you even knew what you said yes to.
Maybe it works like that a desire burning, being put out by you “you can’t” ‘your not” all of those beautiful voices that kept you safe all these years. Yet you jumped, you bolted, you surrendered holy into a truer yes then you have ever responded to. Her trick was not question and trust, this new place of yes. So for 7 years she said yes, yes, yes, yes and now what? More Yes? Learning to find yes in a body that is full of the worlds itch. Yes mediation, yes path less traveled. Itch, breath, listen, know yes. Where is the source of desire? How do you stay on that true north of your unique desire, the path of your highest version of self.? She’s following the inner soul itch and taming the outer world itch.
January 2017 Listening writers group Breaux Bridge LA
It was a desire that burned so deep it could only be met with... (Prompt)
A jump into the fire of a yes so big she could’t in her mind figure it out. The unknown of a soul’s longing, so full and silent. Dark inside light. It required a trust and strength unknown to her soul.
Each time she stepped into the desire all ways not knowing, all patterns of doubt slipped into her skin and the itching began. Can you hold still on this path, this way, this road and not scratch your itch? To turn to a yes she didn’t know she had inside her to follow a unknowing as she continued to her walk past the road blocks of personal doubt.
It was a desire that burned so deep it could only be met with a jump, a bolt, holding-surrender, a walk into a unknown, a yes that she had never been met before. A jump, a bolt the biggest fear exposed standing naked in-front of a clothed world.
Why is the unknown souls longing showing up looking like this? I’m not a mountain climber, I’m not, well this isn't the story of what she’s not is it? Yet this, this yes that comes before thinking, comes before you even knew what you said yes to.
Maybe it works like that a desire burning, being put out by you “you can’t” ‘your not” all of those beautiful voices that kept you safe all these years. Yet you jumped, you bolted, you surrendered holy into a truer yes then you have ever responded to. Her trick was not question and trust, this new place of yes. So for 7 years she said yes, yes, yes, yes and now what? More Yes? Learning to find yes in a body that is full of the worlds itch. Yes mediation, yes path less traveled. Itch, breath, listen, know yes. Where is the source of desire? How do you stay on that true north of your unique desire, the path of your highest version of self.? She’s following the inner soul itch and taming the outer world itch.
January 2017 Listening writers group Breaux Bridge LA
It was a desire that burned so deep it could only be met with... (Prompt)
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