Ascended
Feels like it’s time to post this piece I wrote months ago. If you have stumbled across this piece, there are two others in this three piece arc. Welcome and thanks for reading.
The Summit: The Wide Open Expanse
I walk the top of the world;
my lungs air hungry.
My mind—
quiet,
still.
My grief—
held by the elements.
It needs no meaning.
It needs no transformation.
It is my knowing
with eyes
wide open.
My soul carries scars
that will always remain.
I don't waste my breath
any longer,
wishing them away.
I cry my tears,
I hold the pain,
as I walk through my day.
Now,
I can hold joy,
the beautiful,
the ordinary,
and cherish them;
a balm for my scars.
I do not know
what is next.
I do not care.
For the first time,
I am still
in attuned presence.
For what?
I do not know.
I do not care.
I have never been still
to see what
life will hand me.
And strangely,
I am oddly curious.
So, I walk my inner world
doing what silence inspires
as it beckons me to see:
what life has in store
for me.
Now I know.