I stand on top of the mountain
I am moving with the clouds.
I yearn for the mountains
I yearn for these caves.
I yearn for the water that runs down my body
Icy cold stream
Against my raw skin.
Memories are collapsing all around me
Debris and detritus flying towards the dark sun.
I cannot see in the occluding light
There is a black hole in the centre that is sucking all of life
Out of earth
Out of this earthly plain.
What power do I have
In this naked form?
What defense do I need
Without my armour and a fortress in sight?
There is nowhere to hide.
I am blinded
But then I remember
I can hear.
I can feel.
I can listen.
In this terrible silence that may seem terrible
But is truly a place I have always belonged
I can listen
Remember the impartial love of the Divine
Who will accept all of me, every imperfect part of me.
So who am I to not accept all of me?<