Reclamation ~ A myth

If.
You ever find yourself walking through the stillness.
And shadows.
If you feel the wildness.
Of a world just beyond your reach.
Rising through your bones.
If you hear the song.
Calling out to you.
Whispering your name.
Maybe it is time to ask yourself.
What.
With its fire and tendrils.
Is reaching out.
To reclaim.
What has always been theirs?


Once upon a time.
You.
Rose from the All.
From the the Everything.
From the Nothing too.
You rose.
And made your way.
To a world.
Too small.
Perhaps.
For the full magic.
That is who you are.

And so.
You shrugged off the cloak and cape.
The vines and answers.
To find form and life.
Away from all that was.
To discover.
All that could be.

And you may find.
That you spend time.
In reclamation.
Of what had been laid down in the quest of creation.
And that each time you weave it back into the fold.
The world is made
That much grander.
For all of wonder.
To be in.

Yet.
For all the time spent.
Still.
You hear.
The howls.
The songs.
The Wild.
Speaking.
Asking.
For you.
To lay down.
The notion.
That you cannot be.
Who you are.
And to let yourself.
Once again.
Be remembered.
To everything.
That is.
That is.

And so.
Perhaps.
You let yourself.
Be reclaimed.
By the fullness you seek.
Perhaps.
You.
Let it wash over you.
Pulling you in.
Pulling you under.
Perhaps.
You let go.
And let the magic.
That you rose from.
Take you in.
Not as a death.
But as a surrender.
To the fiery truth.
Of who you are.
And have always been.

Then.
Now.
When you walk.
Through the wild and shadows.
You can bring with you.
All that you have reclaimed.
And all that has reclaimed you.

In darkness and density…
With love and fire~
Jo Anna

P.S.

If you are ready.
To claim.
And to be reclaimed.
Consider a one on one session.
With me.
It is where magic is made.
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