Held

Waking, on edge, full of anxiety

Over what I’ve done and how much time is in the day.

I splash water on my face and the dreams that kept me at bay from this day

Fall away, receding into the unknown mind.

Stretching into places that at this hour unconsciously bring lifeblood to them,

Awakening mysterious channels of prana,

Gently probing my heart awake.

That elusive coil of energy that sometimes and now

Brings me suddenly to the earth.

To sit, to be, to still, to quiet the already crazy mind.

And in this falling away of ego pieces as they dissolve and melt,

I am left with me as Space.

I am left to face myself only as part of this Universe.

And in this feeling, this knowing,

This purity of surrender and letting go,

I realize there is no fear and there is no doubt.

This is how I’ve always been and always will be held.

Immense peace and comfort in suspending here,

In the arms of God that birthed me, bear me, and will deliver me again across all space and time forever.