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Skeletons emerge from the cave of darkness
appearing as gross distortions of once living beings.
And yet each is the pattern, the structure of every living form.
Does their appearance today mean I’ve stripped myself to the bare bones?
Is it time to see the truth of my patterns?
I am ready to carve away at the deepest layers;
to remove all that is extraneous,
all that no longer matters,
all that is dead and useless.
Truth demands the death of old patterns, old habits,
and deep-rooted, familiar ways of being.
Only in truth, can I awaken to Eternal Love;
Only in truth, can I become the fruit of understanding;
Only in truth, can I become the connection between death and birth.
I open myself today to the bare bones of my life
So that I may discover to what I am still desperately clinging.
I enter this dark cave willingly.
I walk right beside my fear, courageous and strong,
filled with the inner conviction that my own light will show me the way to truth,
to understanding, and to the ultimate connection between fear and love.
And I willingly slash away at the ties that bind.
Like the grim reaper wielding his scythe against the flesh,
I continually clear the cobwebs in the grotto of my heart and mind
so that my soul and spirit can negotiate the path
through the gates of bondage,
and spread their wings with kindred spirits
in true freedom and love right here on Earth.
Copyright © Margie Boehmer