indifferent to unplanned pathways
destiny knows not enslaving bounds
pathways crisscross at befallen crossroads
knowing all roads lead to all roads
restlessly searching through the ache writhing within,
the voice of my soul speaks crystalline
through the hidden portal of my heart
beckoning the wounded healer within
be at home in the silent darkness of suffering
to perceive the gems of awakening light;
embrace the lessons where the wounding leads us
to bring forth a healing reincarnation,
intimately feeling the collective pulse of humanity echo
a wholeness in a deeper level our being
the only spark to rekindle a flame blown out
a soul’s assent to the labyrinth through the wound
note:
snippets from a conscious ramble;
a shameless attempt at understanding a potentially higher conscious self
written to advocate for, to support all wounded healers
that often experience the potential gifts of a wounded heart
if this is "too deep" i'll just keep trying
to find my way through the dark maze on my own
all apologies ... wild is the wind
all in all is all we are ♡
