Once.
I stood.
With a question draped over my being.
Its weight pulling me in.
Calling me present.
“How?”
I had been told.
As many times as there are breaths.
To not give mind to the “how”.
That the how is not important.
That the great mystery of it all will show me the way.
But I have found.
No question is answered.
Unless it is asked.
And so asking.
How?
Is the only way.
That a path appears.
The question came as a threshold was crossed.
A step that took me deeper into the night.
Into the mystery.
I believe a question is an act of courage.
With the words, a vault is unlocked.
A place of softness unveiled.
And we open ourselves to be seen without the armor of the known to protect us.
I did not know how.
As I stood.
In the dark of the new moon.
I did not know how to claim the fire and lightning and magic that were.
That are.
Calling from within me.
The darkness hummed and I let myself be.
I breathed into the openness.
I looked at the door that faced the world.
Another threshold.
And though I know what lies beyond it.
I didn’t know.
Don’t know.
What crossing that threshold would bring.
But I knew.
To step out into the night.
Fully.
I had to let the unknown be as it is.
Without pleading.
Without fighting for more to be given.
I had to give myself over to the mystery.
Or rather.
I had to accept.
That crossing that particular threshold.
Would welcome the mystery in.
My hand reached for the knob.
A breath.
A step.
I was through.
Mystery and all.
With love and fire~
Jo Anna
P.S.
In my work. In my world.
I serve as an oracle.
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Absolutely delicious.
This is beyond gorgeous, Jo Anna.