If you tell me nothing’s possible, I’ll tell you I once spent more than five years in the darkness, confined to my bed, unable to do anything except eat and sleep and go to the toilet. I’d tell you I couldn’t even think without pain. It’d be true, too. I’d tell you that nobody had any hope for me either. They’d given me up for dead. Yet here I am, regrowing myself, open and lifted and drinking in light. Imperfect; unbroken. Not possible? Everything is. But the pathway’s a strange one and there’s no one to find it but you. Fall apart. Enter the brokenness; descending all unknowing into the shards of this thing you once called, ‘heart’. Fall backwards again, once more into the darkness. Wait. Grow still. Deep within the bottomless core, the Infinite well, pure light waits to enter when you break open. Surrender. Let light fill you, and fill you again. Willing and open and broken and healed. The soul place, the true Heart. Because life comes again, as it always does. But this time Soul rises with you, endless and boundless and welling with love, creating and re-creating the lost soul which was you. Body becomes real; full and replete. Heart is as wide as the world. Nothing can stop you becoming the light. Because it’s You, see? What’s possible.
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