Earthquakes have happened
inside my body. within it, plates have moved around. everything displaced. nothing feels right. it has left me unsure of what to do. things feel lighter. the weight has been lifted. taken back by Spirit things have been healed realigned. somehow, though the lightness feels strange the heavy was familiar. Now, there is no map no gameplan of what comes next. and I’m flying on the skin flaps of what’s left nothing that I used to do the defaults of where to go, who to be with, even what to eat, feel right feel normal. there is just space. and light. and color. and all the leftover stuff that I don’t know what to do with the debris that got left. and I feel more earthquakes are on the horizon. so ill just be. sit here. hold tight. let myself be held by all that’s left-- the dirt and stone the clouds and vast sky which is really all there is. and I feel okay, free of the responsibility I used to carry. I’m still now. Noticing what was always there but was too burdened to see feel touch realizing now that all that matters is the connecting the merging, the becoming, letting go, and then, starting anew.
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