When my heart is open
The tears roll out like a flood, wiping away all remnants of form, Leveling illusions:
Hope is gone
Pretense is gone
Dreams are gone
Fantasy is gone
Belief is gone
Wave after wave rushes past the broken dam.
Inside and outside are One; the distinction destroys the distinction.
I look forward and back; it is all the same devastation.
I look down at my feet rooted in the muddy aftermath.
I am all that is left, shaking in my truth,
The only thing left standing in this empty life.
This is the Beginning.
Such potential in this empty life!
Knee-deep in my integrity, shaking in the power of intention,
I am all that is left to act on my behalf.
Out of the muddy aftermath, the devastation called forth by truth,
My feet pull me into action.
I acknowledge the awesome strength of holding back so much life.
I am grateful for the distinction: The past is the past.
Here and now: This is it!
I remember infinite new ways of being:
Considering
Choosing
Creating
Inventing
Declaring
Loving
Loving… me
Standing in truth, I take a new form
And the tears and the joy flow freely
When my heart is open.
Completion
Just beautiful!
Thank you, Dorothy Preston.