When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Homeward bound

Unfolding the layers of transgressions that I have chosen
 consciously and subconsciously.

Breaking free the shell of my experiences .

Freeing the embrio within.
Delving inward to see that core of me .
Unveiling my life force .

I am standing back from the emotion , the resounding judgment ,
that has impinged my view . . .

Emploding . . .

I am now  able and willing to see , all the mirrors that have been
set before me.

Like Alice , I am running down the rabbit hole,
reaching for the the light at the end of each layer , each experience . . .
bringing me closer to home , my true home   .


Lark