Unspoken

Dear Precious World,

What words have you for us that are yet unspoken?

Do you feel the child sitting inside the box with tears and no voice? Do you see the adult is in sorrow and pain and using all energy avail to just stay afloat? Can you imagine how I must feel as I think about my own and wonder how I, who have done so much work to free myself of this "stuff" can fathom the endless dream?

Energy has stilled as my heart wrestles in the desert. I call forth Jacob, asking how freedom came. Surrender, surrender now. The journey is all that is. Isn't it? Is it? Does my cocoon dare not let me out to fly? I want to complete my journey. I want to move about. I want to spread my wings and fly the colorful sky towards infinity; to view the highest view of the world. I want to expand my wings, expand my knowledge, understanding, compassion. Free me, free me. I am free. I am complete. I am enough.

I consider these things as I struggle to breathe, to push through the heavy air filling my lungs. I bow my head in knowingness that my brother and sister of this world may also feel this burden. Freedom, freedom I call alas. Free us, free us from our past.

The bruises bleed out as I pour love in, the room is swiftly changing into a more beautiful, more graceful, more poised, more happy, more content Godly space. The box that holds my unspoken tears is calling for me to break the chains.

May my breaking of the chains that hold me down free you, dear precious world. May this journey be a gift for you, dear precious world. May the outcomes of this life be one of beautiful consequence.

I love you,

Bethie