She finds life in the chaos of it All.
When everything is a swirl.
The solid ground rippling.
Or the very center unfurling itself into shapes not yet known by our eyes.
She sees the spark.
Of possibility.
As what is known.
Trembles and transforms.
Back into the mystery from which it came.
She will ask for you.
To come to the edge.
Of everything ever.
And stand there.
With her.
Your fear roaring in your ears.
As you both dance under the rain of your own making.
She will speak to you.
Of the unrestrained brilliance.
That can only be seen.
When you break the vessel that held the secret of your wonder.
And let the magic spill out over your being.
Over your world.
She will whisper to you.
The truths that are revealed.
In the ashes formed from the sanctuaries that became thresholds.
That needed destruction to be crossed.
She does not have a name.
Nor does she need one.
As she stands guard before the wild expanse.
She will not be defined by the pouting and pleasures of life.
She is more.
Than we could ever give shape to by words that will only fail to contain her bounty.
But.
There will be moments.
When you need her most.
When you too are beyond definition.
But you want the solidity.
You crave the safety.
You wish for all it settle back into land of the known.
It is then, that she will open the door.
Into her being.
Not shepherding you into the safe harbor of what you think is next.
But calling you in.
To remember.
That you two.
Are.
One and the same.
And that you too.
Can find life.
In the chaos of it All.
With love and fire~
Jo Anna
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Amazing
I.freaking.love.this!