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