An unsilenced yearning

Beckons you

Listen closely,

Shadow speaks

Prepare your tomb.

Adorn it with

rubble of sticks and stones

that built your past 

Alchemize what was 

into who you are meant to be

Remove The mask that suffocates

Release it 

to the alchemical waters

Of your chrysalis

Liquify

Liberate

Its time—

Dismember

to remember

-Miranda Guzman

You have received an invitation…

“If you say yes to the call, you’ll feel that you are standing at the window watching a great storm arrive. And you’ll know there’s no way to flee this storm; this one has your name written on it. You know you must open the door and walk straight into the tempest. In doing so, you fall increasingly under the influence of the soul, like the inexorable tug of the full moon upon the tides, like an autumn wind tearing leaves from tree limbs. Your soul has been waiting for this moment, the moment your ego was ripe for the descent, developed well enough to withstand the experience of dissolution, yet still vulnerable enough to be dissolvable.”

Bill Plotkin