Untether yourself from the rope that was never actually attached to the unmovable boulder of knowing that doesn’t actually exist.
Watch the unformed space glisten beyond you.
Feel its pull. Wild. Magnetic.
Feel the fear that grips your heart. The one that whispered for you to tie a rope around your breath in the first place. A tradition passed down. An act of comfort. One no longer needed as the ache to step into a world that is unknown and possible is louder. Stronger. More real than the fear. That is not to say that you are not afraid. Of course you are. And that is finefinefine. Let yourself be. As you are.
And then.
Take a step.
Let the mystery of it All wrap itself around you.
Stop trying to figure it out.
There will acres for that soon enough.
Let yourself see what you don’t know. What you could never know.
Let yourself see what is possible if you remembered. Who you were. In the mystery. In the dark. In the love that is and always is even when you think you have to contort to fit yourself in into molds never of choosing.
Rest.
In that space.
Where there is everything and nothing.
Know that it may last for only a breath.
And that will be enough.
Because you can never forget.
What is it.
To be.
May the new moon offer you its mystery.
With love and fire~
Jo Anna
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