Weighted Down by the Past
Giving light to new possibility
Weighted down by the past traumatic memories of old
stronghold on the present moment, the temptation of falling back into oblivion
I breathe, for a moment, capturing this moment
releasing all there ever was and accepting all there ever will be
Melting away the past physical burdens
crippling my mind and flesh meat-eating of thoughts
I pause once more
Giving light to the possibilities of future present tense
besides me — the ancients, guardians, ancestral knowing of everything melting away
It is done.
This past week proved very challenging, mainly mentally, as the world seemed to have excited the crazy train’s tooting chaotic sounds and spewing tracks of confusing rhythmic tones.
With memories of a weighted past — whispering in the left of inner ears echoing traumatic — attempting to manifest into physical pain.
Acknowledging this crying child of pain — scars surfacing to present times — breathing, integrating past and present — transmuting into future songs of a cyclical occurrence — fading into brightened days of heart-songs bellowing joy.
When the world began its full-court press on my physical memories of traumatic mind-body connections, I breathed new existence into reality.
The above pic illustrates the many layers of our darkened history, literally and metaphorically. From Inca times to post-Inca cultures taking over in our collective selves.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.