Becoming

I arrive—

breath held, feet pausing at the threshold,

young ones within me peeking out,

eyes wide, hearts questioning:

Will we be safe? Will we be seen?

Will we belong?

I know the ways I have kept myself safe—

building small caves of solitude,

draping myself in knowing,

standing tall while tucking my softness behind me,

waiting for the world to prove itself gentle.

And then—

a hush, a circle, a sanctum.

Womb-space, warm, vast, golden.

Nothing to prove. Nothing to hold.

Only breath, only being.

Is it time yet?

Not yet… not for me.

But another stirs, another rises—

and in their unfurling, I see my own reflection.

Their becoming ignites mine.Their shedding, their surrender,

peels away my own hidden layers.

The circle whispers,

Come as you are.

Come when you are ready.

Will I do it right?

Will love catch me when I let go?

Can I lay down what was never mine to hold?

Can I release the burdens of eons past?

The voices woven into my skin,

the weight of lifetimes carried in my bones,

the stories whispered through my lineage—

Can I lay them to rest?

And then—

something shifts, uncoils, dissolves.

The old names slip from my tongue.

The armors of another time crumble.

I see them falling, turning to dust,

blessing the ground,

feeding the earth that will bear new life.

I become.

Not a single moment,

not a single spark—

but a slow, rising tide,

a breath deepening into itself,

a reaching toward the light.

I become—

matter infused with spirit.

I become—

a song sung through the ages,

a seed long buried now breaking open.

I become—

the vastness I have always been.

And all around, the in-between—

the laughter, the wind, the sun and sky,

the Great Mother’s hands cradling my roots,

tending, whispering:

Grow. Bloom. Rise.

And when I close my eyes, I see it still—

Buddha golden, angels crowned in light,

a circle of love, waiting, open.

No need to hide.

No need to shrink.

No need to be anything but all of me.

Held. Cherished. Whole.

And gratitude—

not a word, not a thought,

but a river, spilling, flowing, endless.

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