Morning Meds; 9 26 19
The shifting sands of transcending beliefs, wiggling beneath my feet.
What once was right, is now all wrong and what was wrong is right.
No solid footing for my steps, the constant fear of
into the bottomless abyss,
which I now doubt exists.
Looking back, what was, is gone.
The pieces shattered, scattered, they no longer seem to fit.
I know I must press on.
There’s no place else to go.
I follow the compass of you heart, like a Salmon swimming home.
In this desert of change, there is always a
drawing, a pulling, a knowing,
carrying me along.
Unconditional love in all its fullness awaits.