to settle into yourself

howl howl howl

Let the howl rise.
Rough and aching.
As it is.
Let the song of all of who you are.
Wind its way through the labyrinth of breath and yearning.
Let it rip its way.
Through.
The walls and scars and vows of silence.
Forget pretty.
And allow for ragged wonder to be the blade.
The carves a path.
Deep.
Deeper.
Back.

Breathe in.

Feel the place where it all began.
The great expanse of your being.
The landscape that you were taught to hide.
As if you were meant to be small.
To be manageable in your wildness.

Crawl through the tension.
Where the stories have built up on themselves.
Trying to make the mystery not so.

Howl.
Again.
Again.

Set the fears of destruction to the side.
Shred the curtains.
Till the soil.
Expose the lies from their roots.

Breathe.
And feel the world.
Your world.
Yourself.
Breaking.
Open.
Asking.
For you take a seat.
At the throne.

With love and fire~
Jo Anna