The mystery of this life dragging me down
Dragging me out from the Heavens
From my Home
Such a terribly rough landing
If I must stay here
Then how, oh how,
Can I reclaim my bliss?
All that I’ve ever known
Oh how I long to glimpse Heaven again
I feel a tug on my heart
And I realize
I am still connected by
The thinnest, hair-like thread
Gently tugging at my heart
My mind alive with remembrance
Searching, searching
How can I get back?
If I pull too hard, this thread will break
What on Earth am I?
Am I a fallen angel?
A being of light?
Made of matter?
Made of grace?
What is this mystery unfolding?
My soul is made of stars and
My heart is made of love and
The rest of me?
I don’t know…
I don’t know what I am doing here
How can I wake this
Soft animal flesh?
Embody my former magic?
The magic of the cosmos
To truly know who I am ~ that I am all of it.
I am everything that I’ve ever
Seen, touched, smelled, heard, tasted
I am all of creation, as well as
Every last destructive explosion
I feel it from the depth of my being
I am here to be witnessed
I am here to be heard
To be held
To make magic from dust
I look within and realize I must
Let it be wild and messy
This dream
No need to fix a thing
Radiant being
All that I am
Wildflowers growing from my hair
Sweet nectar surrounds me
Let it be beautiful
In its imperfection
I am hope, matter, and divine grace
Shining my light
Dream weaver
Light worker
Holding Heaven in my heart
I will be home again soon